In the last few years literally thousands of books and articles have been written about sexual problems, their causes and solutions. A recent (December 1972) article in Cosmopolitan magazine titled "I Was Frigid" is but one of many explanations of that uncomfortable state. This particular article suggests that women who are brought up to be "good girls" find it difficult later in life to relax and enjoy the pleasures of sex. Their early training has sunk in so well that, although they experience sexual encounters as adults, their consciences put a stopper on the ultimate release.
In Dottie's Clever Collie, Miss Keller has described a similar situation but with a very different conclusion. Perhaps not psychologically sound, yet very believable to some of us, the chief character is a woman of forty-five with one child, a thirteen-year-old son. The relationship between them becomes very intense,, and resolves the woman's sexual needs in an unusual manner. At the same time die develops a growing ability to make life conform to her fantasies rather than the other way around.
Eventually this Dottie Barnett comes to believe in her own rationalizations, deepening the split between wishes and reality. Does she come to grief over her departure from conventional morality? No indeed, because Miss Keller carefully draws no moral conclusions, only what Dottie would call realistic ones.
Perhaps the entire book is a bit of fantasy on the author's part, but such is the stuff of which fiction is made. One of the more interesting aspects of the plot is the fact that the heroine, if we can call her that, is a rather overweight woman with a plain face. This seems to imply that not only the young and beautiful can find happiness on their own terms, but there is more to it than that. The world is full of Dottie Barnetts, at least as she appears in the opening chapters, who yet have physical and mental drives as strong as any slim young model.
If ordinary outlets are denied them, these drives can still find satisfaction though perhaps in bizarre and other ways.
The subject, of course, is the forbidden one: incest. No attempt is made here either to glorify or condemn, but merely to admit that it exists. Any juvenile authority can confirm that there are many more instances of incest than we dare let ourselves realize, and perhaps a bland admission in fictional form might help others to come to terms with their lives.
CHAPTER ONE
She couldn't take her eyes off his cock.
The sight of it, nestled plumply between his thighs as he sprawled on the cement, filled her mouth with saliva and made her hands itch to hold it. Dottie forced her eyes away, blinked in the moonlight, and then had to look back. She couldn't believe he was already old enough, big enough, to have such a wonderful desirable penis. Her uncontrollable thoughts reminded her that it was only yesterday-it seemed like yesterday-that she'd diapered him and toilet-trained him, holding his little weewee patiently while he stood pot-bellied in front of the cold white porcelain basin. And now he was almost a man.
Her eyes ran lovingly over his sturdy frame, from the blond cowlick that exasperated him so, down the broad shoulders and wedge-like body, slim hips and sturdy legs. His feet, she realized with a shock of surprise, were bigger than hers, the toes curling as they gripped the cement apron of the pool. The moonlight glinted on his crest of hair and made diamonds out of the drops of water that stood out on his sleek tanned skin. He was talking, seemingly unselfconscious, laughing at a joke as if he went skinny-dipping every night of his life.
Dottie knew she was a little drunk. She had to be or she never would have gone along with this idiotic prank. Everyone had been drinking, at least everyone but Davey, and in spite of a few squeals of protest, they'd shed their clothes readily enough. Some of the other women, she thought defensively, were as old and out of shape as she was, and they didn't mind being seen naked. All the same, she'd found this rather dark corner next to a redwood lounge, in the hopes that her big breasts and full belly wouldn't be completely visible. The moon would go under a cloud soon and then die could dip quietly into the deep end the pool and hide herself.
The others were splashing and giggling and called out. "No fucking in the pool," an anonymous voice said. "Don't pollute the water!"
This remark was received with catcalls and cries of "Spoil-sport!" Even in the dark Dottie blushed, wondering what her thirteen-year-old son thought of that.
In all the confusion nobody came looking for her, but that didn't surprise Dottie. That was the way it always was. For once she was glad, because it meant she could watch Davey and adjust her mind to his new manhood. New to her, at any rate.
It was because of Davey, she realized suddenly, that they'd been included in this party. Why, the way some of those women-women her own age-made over the boy, it was a miracle he wasn't totally spoiled.
Dottie was sorry she'd gotten into a position like this. Aside from the unwelcome emotions she felt when she looked at her son, the sight of all those naked bodies was most upsetting. Plunging and diving, swimming and splashing, clinging and kissing-it was almost more than she could take. One couple stood in the shallow end, their wet bodies pressed tightly together, his face plastered on hers in a deep-tongued thrusting kiss. Water streamed from their bodies as her breasts flattened against his broad chest. Dottie felt her own cunt begin to grow warm and damp as she imagined herself part of that passionate embrace. They had no shame, she thought indignantly. Chances were they weren't even married, at least not to each other.
At the far end of the pool, another couple lay on a towel, locked in a tight embrace. They didn't seem to care that the swimming pool was completely open, not enclosed by walls or hidden from the public view in any way. Of course the site was secluded but even so, anyone could find their way down the narrow mountain road. But as she watched them, Dottie too forgot about the obvious dangers. The man, deeply tanned and muscular, shoved back a shock of black hair and laughed. He was holding his partner down easily with one hand and the weight of his body, and teasing her with quick darting kisses all over her pretty face. The moonlight showed them quite clearly, the muscles in his strong back and flat ass tensing as he shoved forward against her pale squirming body. He shifted then, holding her shoulders down with his hands as he bent his head over her breasts. Pale and firm as if sculptured of fine white marble, the round orbs were tipped with wide areolas and erect tits, looking almost an inch long. The moonlight bleached them of color and they looked darker than normal against the glimmering white flesh.
Dottie recognized them. The man's name was Paul and as far as she knew, he was unmarried. But Evelyn had a husband, a stoutish cheerful man. He was nowhere in sight.
Still laughing, Paul bent his head over the upstanding tits and sucked one into his wet red mouth. Evelyn responded with a sighing groan that could be heard over the babbling voices and sounds of splashing water. "Ohhh, darling," she murmured.
Raising his head, he traced circles with his tongue around both full breasts, his tongue shooting out to touch and tantalize each tit in turn.
Dottie's body ached and trembled as if it were her pliant body dominated by his hard frame, as if her already erect tits were receiving that electric kissing and sucking. Her hips twitched and the juices from her pussy oozed out onto her flabby thighs. Without realizing it, she moved her ass in small forward circles, scraping her buttocks against the rough cement.
Oh, life is too unfair! Why should Evelyn be getting those hot thrills and fantastic sensations? She had a husband of her own, she didn't need a lover too. While I've been cheated of my natural rights, this woman isn't content with one man. It's simply maddening, infuriating!
Her breath rasped heavily as Paul's tongue moved on down, caressing the taut white rib cage, dipping quickly into the darkness of the navel. Dottie held her breath as she waited to see what he would do next. Surely, surely he wouldn't-
And he didn't, to her mixed approval and disappointment. It wasn't that she wanted to see him lick and suck that hairy mound, cream the pink-flanged ragged lips with his hot tongue, thrust his strong mouth against the wet quivering cunt-No, she didn't want to watch that, it would be too much. Besides, she thought belatedly, that's perversion-what would Davey think?
She tore her eyes away from the fascinating spectacle long enough to take a quick glance at her son. He, too, was turned toward that end of the pool, watching intently. He knows, she thought, he knows all about it! And why not, he's almost a man!
And now Paul had raised his torso, his hips poised above the plump white belly with its protruding triangle of dark curly hair. His hands slid under her ass, pulling it up and toward him. Evelyn wasn't struggling any more, she lay still as if mesmerized, looking up at his rugged tanned face. The only sound she made was a sharply indrawn breath. But all the same her hips were raised and positioned, her knees cocked wide on either side of his lean body.
Dottie shifted her position a little for a better view. Now she could see the hard column of flesh that jutted from his hairy crotch, its rosy color darkened by the moonlight but still gleaming from the moisture at its tip. He shoved forward and the stiff cudgel pressed against the woman's moist quivering cunt, and inched its way between the inner lips that opened like the petals of a flower. Dottie couldn't really see all that well, but her imagination, fevered by her excited inflamed senses, supplied the details.
Paul hunched forward, his back muscles straining, and slowly the powerful cock disappeared between the red inner labia. With a last determined flick, he buried his swelling organ inside her warm, receptive womb.
Dottie's body jerked back and forth in the same rhythm as he fucked Evelyn with short hard strokes. Her hands clutched the insides of her thighs, feeling the dampness that oozed from her hot hungry cunt. She still had enough self-control-though barely-to keep her hands away from her swollen clit. Then Paul surged forward, changing to a deep plunging motion that surely sent the base of his prick against Evelyn's clit. Jealousy and passion fought for dominance in Dottie's uneasy mind, as she imagined herself the willing partner in the orgiastic action. She tried to look away, to break the spell, one part of her mind alarmed that some of the others would see and correctly interpret her fascinated gaze. But it was as if her eyes were glued to the writhing ecstatic bodies across the pool.
Paul stiffened and his back rippled as he fought to bring on her orgasm as well as his own. Evelyn clutched him convulsively, her legs swinging up so the ankles locked themselves over his back and their bodies were so entwined, they seemed like one frantic, pulsing organism. Then he let out a sigh, almost a groan, and fell against her soft body.
It ended all too quickly for Dottie, but when she saw those unmistakable signs of their cum, her own tense body felt rippling waves sweep over it. Panting and gasping, she licked her dry lips in a parody of their ecstasy. It was as if she'd been under a spell, and after her orgasm broke she looked around quickly, ashamed and self-conscious again. But evidently she was not the only one to watch; all around her, she heard sighs and quickly stifled, moans. Then the splashing and conversations began again, at a higher, more frantic pitch.
As if on cue, the moon slid under clouds and the scene darkened. Dottie got up quickly and plunged into the water, swimming strongly to ease her cramped arms and legs and to wash away the still exciting memories. The pool was crowded but she managed to avoid the other wet moving bodies for several satisfying lengths untU her muscles relaxed and her mind eased itself. Some of the crowd were beginning to climb out of the pool and talk about going-home. She personally thought it was high time; enough was enough.
The whole crazy affair had begun at a cocktail party, one she was surprised to be invited to and almost didn't attend. She'd lost the knack of light conversation and sociability in the two years since George left her, and had no particular desire to relearn it. She and Davey spent their summers at the family cabin high in the Arizona mountains, and she'd thought Davey enjoyed it as much as she did. He spent a lot of time at the Hualapai Lodge a mile down the road, and it was from there he brought home the invitation for the two of them.
Dottie had smiled and said, "Oh, I don't think so, honey."
Then Davey flared up.
"You may like playing some kind of martyr," he said bitterly, with teenage drama, "but I don't! Come on, Mom, fix yourself up for once and have some fun!"
She was so startled that she agreed instantly, not giving herself the time to think. She spent the afternoon trying to do something with her hair, sun-frazzled and wispy; looking for a suitable dress; manicuring her unkempt nails. Davey'd given her a new view of herself, one she didn't particularly like. Had she really been acting like a martyr? It wasn't very pleasant to think about. But the worst was the thought of Davey moving away from her in his mind, losing the total adoration and loyalty which were her main emotional props.
Determined to change all that, she walked to the big lodge with her son and discovered his new friends were really quite pleasant. She had the feeling that Davey had enlisted their help-after all, they were closer to her age than his-to bring her out of herself, and she knew she had to do her part.
Several martinis later, she decided the group was both delightful and charming. She began to enjoy herself, particularly when some of the men paid her compliments and gave her attention.
There was something exhilarating about the contrast between the sparkling group of well-dressed men and women, and the dark, thickly wooded mountainside behind them. She appreciated the clear bright night as never before, and found the "small talk" coming to her easily. Davey's right! Why should I bury myself like this just because George turned out to be a two-timing bastard! She even went so far as to invite the group to her cabin a few days later, for drinks and a chili supper.
After that, she could hardly say no when someone suggested a midnight swim. It was Evelyn, she recalled, who suggested it, and her husband heartily insisted.
"None of you have seen our new summer house," he said. "We've got a pool you wouldn't believe! A nice dip's just what we need."
The drunken group, about a dozen of them, piled into cars and sped along the curving red dirt road. Dottie never did see the inside of the house, although it looked magnificent-a sprawling adobe with tall windows reflecting a black glitter. They headed directly for the pool, where everybody dropped their clothes in the darkness and plunged into the coolness of the water. They left the underwater lights turned off but the moon gave all the illumination they could want.
Dottie felt reckless and brave as she stripped off her pink cotton dress, her slip and bra and girdle and nylons. The night air was warm on her naked body and it felt better than she'd anticipated. The gin circled hotly in her veins, lending her an unnatural bravado.
Of course she hadn't expected the sex scenes, but when she tried to work up some moral indignation, it was no use. What had happened had happened, and it hadn't hurt her or Davey, not really. Her imagination was still stirred by what she'd seen.
Even the swim didn't sober her up completely and she felt reluctant to leave the delicious caress of the water. As she pulled herself up by the coping, an even more delicious touch made her heart pound and her breath come heavily. Something brushed her thigh and then a hand clasped her warmly around her naked waist.
"Enjoying yourself?" came the intimate whisper.
"Oh, yes!" She smiled and peered through the darkness. It was Frank, Evelyn's plump, cheerful husband, her host. There was something contagious about his smile and general air of well-being.
"Why not?" she said recklessly. "It's been a lot of fun."
The water seemed to push her closer to him, until she felt his stout chest and hips warm against her side. She knew she ought to move away, but it didn't seem that important. Besides, she reasoned, his wife had been fucking somebody; maybe he needed a little comforting.
Frank chuckled. His hand moved down to cup her ass and he put his face in the warm hollow of her neck. "Ummmm, you smell nice," he said appreciatively. "Like a real woman."
She swayed around until she was facing him partially, and her tits brushed against his broad chest. She liked a man with something to him, she thought dreamily. Skinny men didn't appeal to her. You could put your head on Frank's shoulder and feel protected, surrounded by his maleness. Not that she ever would, but it didn't hurt to dream a little....
Her reverie was broken by a loud splash, the water rising up to choke her nostrils and mouth. "Mom!" Davey's voice was urgent. "Mom, it's time to go home."
The boy slid a hand around her waist, shoving Frank's arm aside. Why, he's jealous, she thought with amusement. Then the hand clutched her flesh and a small thrill shot through her. He was pulling her closer to him, away from Frank's insecure grasp.
"Listen, Mom," he said, his breath warm in her ear. "You'd better get out of the pool right away."
"Why?" But even as she asked, through her annoyance the voices of the others penetrated her mind.
"Our clothes!"
"But they must be here!"
"I know I left mine right by this chair. Damn it, what happened to them?"
"My purse is gone too, my jewelry!"
They must all be really drunk, she thought, but reluctantly left the comfort of the pool and the two males, one on either side. The three of them climbed out hastily and Dottie for the first time completely forgot about her nudity. All around them were exclamations of distress.
"Is this your idea of a joke, Frank?" a voice demanded.
"No, no," he said. "The clothes have to be right here. Damn it, if this is a practical joke, I for one don't think it's funny!"
Dottie looked stupidly at her son. "What's going on, Davey?"
As he had in the pool, he came closer and put his arm around her waist. All of a sudden she realized her responsibilities as a mother. They shouldn't be here, she and Davey! But she didn't know whether to shove him away, to protect the mother-son relationship they'd always had, or pull him closer to comfort him.
The voices sounded angry now as they ranged farther from the pool, evidently still not discovering their belongings.
"What's going on?" she repeated.
"I dunno, Mom, it looks like somebody made off with all our clothes."
Anger welled in her at the thought of her own irresponsibility, landing herself and Davey in such a predicament. At the same time she was altogether too much aware of her pendulous breasts drooping down, and of Davey's clutching embrace, and of the nearness of her large tits to his hard young hand. Confused not only by the situation but by her own emotions, she looked at the boy.
Just then the moon sailed out from its cloud cover and lighted the scene. A dozen angry people searched vainly, fumbling in the shadows. But there was not a shoe, nor a bra, nor a purse or a pair of pants in sight. Nothing was there but the pool and its furniture, the graveled desert garden, the long expanse of concrete walk.
CHAPTER TWO
They were high on the side of a nameless mountain, at the level where the aspens grew. A chilly breeze set the silver-green leaves dancing in the moonlight. The same breeze whispered coldly on the naked flesh that adorned the poolside, raising goose bumps and starting teeth to chatter. Sobriety came suddenly, not only to Dottie but to the others as they began to realize that their clothes had indeed disappeared, totally and mysteriously.
Evelyn giggled. "Ghosts! It must be ghosts!"...." or maybe the hermit that's supposed to live on top of the mountain," Frank said doubtfully. "I never really believed in him, but now, maybe...."
"I didn't hear a sound!"
"Neither did I!"
A woman named Grace spoke up. "Anyhow, they're sure as hell gone. You'd better find us something to put on, Evvie."
"My keys," Evelyn said faintly. "They were in my purse, and it's gone."
"Mine were in my pants pocket," Frank said grimly.
"So break a window!"
Regretfully, Frank shook his head. "We've got the best burglar system money can buy. If you all want the sheriff's deputies up here "
Some of them didn't care, but most were horrified at the thought. The local residents knew how fast the story would spread, and how it would be exaggerated and distorted in the telling. Al, who managed the only gas station in the mountains, groaned out loud. "I'd never hear the end of it," he said. Sam, who owned a small grocery store, agreed.
"Then what do you suggest?" The voice out of the darkness dripped with venom. "I for one don't intend to walk into the Lodge mother naked!"
"I shouldn't think you'd care," Al's wife said maliciously. "That bikini you wear all the time hardly-"
It looked as if the party would dissolve into pointless bickering, but just then Davey walked into the group and said excitedly, "Look! I found this along the road, and this!"
In one hand he held a stout white cotton bra that Dottie recognized as hers; in the other, a triangular red scarf. "I think he-whoever it was-threw the clothes all down the road. Let's get going and look for the rest of them!"
Dottie claimed her bra and put it on. Somehow it made her feel even more naked, to wear that and nothing else.
Frank's brain began to work again. "My car key's in the ignition," he said. "I'll try to aim the headlights at the sides of the road, Davey, if you'll do the hunting."
The boy tied the red scarf around his waist, the point hanging down in front. They all crowded into the one car, piling on top of each other, and started the slow process of zigzagging down the narrow mountain road. Davey trotted ahead, going from side to side as he found bits of clothing tossed into the weeds alongside.
Some of the men might have helped him, thought Dottie resentfully, and then she forgot about it as another thought struck her. Unlike herself, unlike what she would have expected, her son was fully, completely tanned! There should have been an area of white skin across his buttocks, where his swim trunks protected him, but that area was as tanned as the rest! The implications of this stunned her. Certainly he wore or carried his swim trunks every day when he left home, and certainly he brought them back to the cabin and hung them outside to dry. But just as certainly, he hadn't been wearing them whenever-and wherever-he went to swim.
"Ummm, what a sweet little ass," a woman said.
"Don't you just know it," another voice agreed, sounding as if she had a mouth full of saliva.
No, no! Dottie screamed silently. He's only thirteen years old! There must be-there has to be-some other explanation!
The wisp of cloth protected him in front, but from the rear they could see the smoothly working muscles of his buttocks. And when he bent, triumphantly to pick up another article of clothing, his asscheeks separated. His young, lightly haired balls and tip of his penis stood out in the revealing glare from the headlights. Dottie herself felt a thrill of pure lust when she looked at that handsome young body, and she could imagine what the other women were thinking and feeling.
Dottie had crowded into the car with the rest of them, all attention centered at that moment on finding their clothes. But her recognition of Davey's sexuality reminded her suddenly of her own position, of her naked body brushing against others equally naked. She was in the front seat sitting on Sam's lap, and the thought of seeing him the next day in the grocery made her giggle. "Five pounds of sugar, please Mr. Finley."
"Certainly, Mrs. Barnett." She sat partially sideways to keep out of the driver's way, and her broad ass spread itself on his crotch.
And of course the driver, Frank, couldn't help but brush his shoulder against her low-swaying tits now and then. She looked down and saw them rise and harden from her suddenly erotic thoughts. She felt a warm stirring in the pit of her belly and wondered if she could wrench her thoughts away from sex before her too-ready cunt began to ooze its slow juices onto Sam Finley's thighs.
"Look, everybody!" Davey appeared at the car window with both arms full of clothing. "That joker must have gotten tired of his game and dumped the rest. There's more right over there." The car doors swung open and the crowd leaped out eagerly, grabbing at bits and pieces of clothing and dressing themselves haphazardly. Not everything was there but they found at least enough to cover their nakedness, making it possible for the visitors to walk into the Lodge and the locals to slip into their own front doors. And both Evelyn and Frank recovered their house keys thankfully.
Once the worst was over it all began to strike them as comical, and they kidded and joked about it. "If-you weren't a sight, Mary!"
"How about yourself!"
"Whoever did that sure had a strange sense of humor, the bastard."
"Bet he was hiding in the bushes watching us. Must have been the hermit!"
Dottie didn't think it was funny. She was disturbed by the prank, wondering who played it and for what purpose, and most of all by the new recognition of her own sexuality, especially in relation to her son.
She knew what was going to happen when she got home.
No matter how hard die tried to avoid it, to control her emotions, to tell herself what she did was wicked and she should be ashamed of herself, the temptation was beyond resisting. It had been going on for over a month now, and she knew that her overheated body craved release-at whatever cost.
She turned down the offer of a nightcap at the Lodge. The others were still keyed up by the ludicrous and potentially dangerous incident, they wanted to talk and release some of the pent-up energy. So did Dottie-but in her own way.
"We'd better get home, Davey. Time you were in bed."
They trudged up the slight slope in the moonlight without conversation. Naturally Dottie wondered what her son was thinking, and she knew that sooner or later she'd have to ask him about a lot of things. How well he knew these people, for instance. And about his all-over suntan, for another. But she didn't want to think about all that at the moment, she had something else on her mind.
Davey's dog Lad heard them coming and barked shrilly, as collies do. He leaped on them as they entered the gate, his long tongue licking their faces wetly.
After Davey was in bed, his mother built a small fire and sat in front of it wearily. It was only eleven o'clock-how could so much have happened in such a short time? Lad lay on the floor at her feet, his trusting brown eyes fixed on her. He knew what was coming, or at least he had hopes.
The instant Dottie stirred in her chair, Lad leaped to his feet and watched her anxiously. She gave in to her perverse desires with a sigh, just as she'd known she would. Standing in front of the fire, she slowly unbuttoned the now wrinkled pink dress. With leaden fingers, half unwillingly, she unhooked her white cotton bra and tossed it to the sofa. Her slip had been one of the items that were never found, but she wore her panty girdle and stockings with runs in them.
She padded in her stocking feet over to the big mirror and looked in it critically. She couldn't help it because she was a big woman, now slightly overweight and more than slightly sagging! But she was all woman, she thought, raising her big breasts on the palms of her hands. The chill in the air and her own touch made the tits come erect, standing out against the goose-pimpled skin. Her thickened waist and wide hips were made for child-bearing, but Davey was the only one she'd ever had.
The collie walked over to her, his toenails clicking on the hardwood floor, his tongue extended and wet with saliva. He came up behind her and whined as he shoved his long nose against her ass, trying to separate her legs with it.
"Just a minute, Lad," she said, patting his golden ruff.
She looked at herself in the mirror, dressed only in the tight girdle and bedraggled nylons, and thought of the slim young girl who'd replaced her in her husband's life. She tried to remember what the girl looked like, and instantly all the details of that horrible afternoon came flooding back in her mind.
She'd been visiting her sister in Tucson and she came home a day early, tired of visiting, lonesome for George and Davey-her two men, as she used to like to call them. The house was tidy and quiet except for the hum of the air-conditioner. Dottie slipped off her shoes and walked into the bedroom, thinking of a cool shower and a rest. After that, she'd cook a very special dinner and surprise George when he came home from the office.
But the surprise was Dottie's.
Though the bedroom draperies were closed against the hot summer sun, enough light filtered through so she could see the dim shapes intertwined on the bed. My own bed, she recalled bitterly, and that seemed to make it worse.
George was lying back against the pillows, a look of exquisite agony distorting his face. His hands were clenched tightly on the sheets. Dottie never did see the girl's face, but die saw all that was necessary. The fall of pale golden hair, the gleaming smoothness of satiny white skin, the busy hands and mouth in George's crotch, her paleness contrasting boldly with his tan and the crisp matting of curly black pubic hairs. The smell of sex was heavy in the room, defying the powers of the air-conditioner to cleanse and remove it.
Dottie stared in fascination at George's tumescent cock. He had a hard-on she never would have thought possible at his age-after all, he was forty-five, and she could remember all too well his fumbling attempts to penetrate her cunt with his half-limp dick. But at that moment his stiff cudgel rose high, arching over his belly, its head rosily dark, gleaming at the tip with moisture. The girl crouched over him, her hands underneath his ass and reaching up to squeeze and fondle his swollen balls. The fall of her hair hid her face, but Dottie could plainly see the long pink tongue that stretched out as if delicately tasting, licking the drop of sperm from the blood-gorged tip. Then with a swift movement the girl slid her hands out and one came up to slip back the foreskin while she leaned forward and licked avidly.
Her tongue, juicy with saliva, started at the base and ran slowly the full length of the quivering hard penis, leaving a silvery trail on the stretched white skin and bulging rosy head. It brought a deep groan from George's drawn mouth and his hands dropped the sheet to stroke the girl's arched back.
Dottie was hardly in the bedroom three minutes but later she could recall the most minute details-from the pale pink of the lacy underthings on the carpet, to the moony glisten of the girl's oval fingernails, to the blissful smile that spread over her husband's face.
As it happened, the girl's hot tongue brought his cum on while his shocked wife watched. Instantly the rosy mouth clamped around the burgeoning instrument, and Dottie could imagine the convulsive swallows from the twitching of her back. The memory was still both shocking and exciting, and Dottie shivered as the collie nudged again at her buttocks.
What a long way I've traveled! From being shocked at that-because Dottie herself would never have committed that perversion, never have clamped her own mouth around any man's penis, not even that of her own beloved husband. And now-here I am with my dog, looking forward every night to his lascivious beastly attentions!
She turned away from the mirror and slowly rolled down her panty girdle, unfastening the garters and pulling off the ruined nylons. It had all begun so innocently, one night like this when she'd dozed off in front of the fire. In her sleep her legs had sprawled wide and she dreamed shockingly of some man kneeling there, some faceless lover who nuzzled at her naked crotch with his nose and chin, his hot wet mouth closing over the vibrant bud of her clitoris. But when she woke, there was no thrilling lover there, nobody and nothing but the dog. Trying to get her attention to let him out, he had poked his long snout in between her widespread knees. That had been enough to bring on the hungry passionate dreams.
And afterward, when Lad came back in the cabin, she yielded to her body's hurting needs-with the collie's enthusiastic cooperation.
Lad seemed to know what was expected of him right from the first. Now he nuzzled her anxiously, wanting to get on with the activities that evidently aroused him as much as they did his mistress. Once freed of her girdle, she relaxed into her rocker, scooting her ass down so her entire pubic area was presented to the long golden snout. Sitting on the base of her spine, her knees cocked wide, she spoke softly to the dog.
"All right now, Lad, that's a good dog, all right now."
He edged in closer, attracted not only by the familiarity of her pussy but by the odors he could detect. Sometimes she used her fingers, rubbing alongside her clit and stroking the labia, until she was excited and her fluids edged the red of her inner labia and attracted Lad's excited attention. But tonight there was no need of that. True, she'd swum after her involuntary, voyeuristic cum, and presumably the water would have washed away the traces and the scents. But she knew that the unavoidable thrill of sitting naked in the car, rubbing intimately with those naked male bodies, had made her hot again-hot enough to attract the collie's sensitive nose.
The dog snuffled and poked his long slender nose in her crotch, just the tip of his tongue protruding from behind his white teeth. The feel of his cold muzzle in her intimate sensitive pussy made her shake with anticipation. "Come on qow, Lad," she all but whispered. And the dog responded eagerly. His tongue shot out-so rough and black!-and dripped saliva in the rough brownish hairs that covered her vaginal area. Then it found its target and rasped softly over her outer lips. The delicate pink flanges quivered luxuriantly and opened moistily.
By flattening her breasts with her hands and sucking in the slight bulge of her belly, Dottie was able to peer down and see in close detail the exciting happenings at the base of her legs. She could watch the tongue caressing the inner lips now, its dark roughness against the shiny red mound of her clitoris, the skin seemingly stretched to its full capacity. Whenever the busy eager tongue swept her clit, a slow excitement began to build inside her. Feelings like small electrical shocks went through her and even her toes and fingertips curled in growing ecstasy.
By moving her head slightly, she could see the dog's handsome body, his guard hairs almost sweeping the floor. And there between his hind legs was the evidence of his own excitement: his slender cock with its shiny red tip now extended, looking hard and sleek as if it were made from some shiny plastic.
Some day ... Dottie couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like, to have that slim dog's cock inside her own grasping cunt. She knew she'd do it some day, she knew she couldn't resist forever. At the very least she had to take it in her mouth, to try the taste and feel of it against the tongue's sensitivities, to suck it hard and long while he bucked frantically against her. She didn't know how she'd resisted so far, but she knew also that it wouldn't be long, that she was going to have to try it no matter what her mind told her about its immorality and perversity.
She wondered what a man's tongue would feel like in her cunt. Would it have the same slick yet harsh abrasion against her delicate membranes? She thought again of her son Davey as she'd seen him this night. First the shock of realizing he was almost a man, and the uncontrollable physical longing that swept over her at the sight. Then the growing questions in her mind; had he already experienced sex at the tender age of thirteen? Had he actually had intercourse with one of those grown women at the party? Or maybe more than one?
Squirming and panting as the collie homed in on her ravenous clit, she let her mind roam as uncontrollably as her body. Had Davey really fucked some other woman? She shoved further in her seat so the dog could reach the warm dampness between her asscheeks, that now ached so desperately. Some other woman? She wasn't yet ready to face what she meant by that.
She couldn't stand it any longer! Closing her eyes, she caught hold of the dog's head and forced its nose further and further into her wet hot cunt. How she wished it were his shiny hard prick! But this would do, it would do until ... her thoughts became confused and she bounced back and forward, climbing that high orgasmic ladder, straining for her cum as the tongue lapped voraciously at her eager wet cunt.
"Ohhh, Davey Davey Daveeyyy," she moaned, hardly knowing what she was saying or doing as the cum swept over her tense body, wave after wave of hot ecstatic release that dried her mouth and made her whole body shake frantically.
As the waves subsided she became vaguely aware of a voice that echoed in her head. The dog backed away panting, and Dottie slowly opened her eyes to reality.
"You were calling me," the voice said again, timidly but with a strange inflection.
She looked up and saw Davey standing in the doorway. His hair was tousled with sleep and he rubbed his eyes as he spoke. But even so, Dottie could see where the fly of his pajamas was apart, the two sides separated by the hard-on that commanded her whole attention. How much had he seen? And what would he say or do about it? Dottie got up and walked toward her son, unable to stop herself from what she knew was going to happen.
CHAPTER THREE
The boy came forward to meet her, his arms outstretched. She hugged him close, noticing that at least he wasn't as tall yet as his mother. She held his hard young frame close to her, feeling the heat and pressure from his still-erect prick pressing into her thigh. She kissed the top of his head where the spiky blond cowlick refused to lie down.
His arms were around her too, and his hands crossed low on her back, just above the swelling bulge of her ass. Then they slid lower, warmly cupping her ample buttocks and forcing her pelvis toward him. He was so strong!
"Davey, Davey," she murmured, unable to express what she was thinking, even to herself.
"I heard you call me," he said sleepily, and she remembered with a guilty pang that she had indeed called out his name in the heights of her orgasm. Suddenly Dottie realized that she was completely naked! It didn't seem so important as it would have yesterday, since he'd already viewed her nude at the swimming party. But his hands were kneading the bare flesh of her ass, and there was nothing little-boyish or sleepy about the way his naked cock shoved its pulsing warmth against her thigh.
"Sorry, Davey," she said guiltily, "I guess I fell asleep and was dreaming."
He pulled back and looked up at her, his blue eyes knowing. "You mean you were asleep when Lad was-?"
The only reason he stopped, she felt sure, was because he lacked the vocabulary to describe what he'd seen. But that didn't matter because obviously, he fully understood its implications. Dottie didn't know what to say or do. In spite of her so-recent orgasm, she felt desire building again in her and her flesh tingled every place he'd touched her. "Did that bother you, Davey?" she said.
"No ... not really." His young face was troubled. "But, Mom, if you'd only ... I mean...."
She thought she knew what he was going to say. In any case, she was absolutely sure about what she would do next. It was as if a voice spoke in her head, guiding her actions and words. At the same time it seemed as if part of her mind had shut down, the part that censored her actions and made her conform to a certain set of rules and behavior. Later she realized that her body had taken over, it was as simple as that. Her need was so great that the mind didn't have a chance.
From the moment she'd seen the rosy shiny tip of his cock, peeking shyly out from his pajamas, she knew she had to have it in her mouth. Swallowing hard, she led the boy to the rocker where she'd been sitting and sat her big body on the hearth rug beside it. Still unsure of his ideas and previous experience-or lack of it-she knew she mustn't frighten him.
"Do you mind seeing me like this, Davey?"
"No, of course not, Mom." As if to reassure her, he reached out and squeezed her shoulder. But then it was as if his physical being, too, had a mind of its own. The sturdy boyish hand slipped on down to the side of her full-blown breast, feeling the swell of it and squeezing gently.
"Davey," she began again, "you have a ha-you have an erection, did you know that?"
He looked down and smiled at the sight of himself. "Of course I knew it, Mom, I woke up with it."
"Does it hurt? That is, would you like me to-help?"
His smile now was directed at her, the open sweet smile of a boy. "Ye-es," he said hesitantly, "if you really want to."
Her mouth watered but she made herself move slowly. "Stand up," she said in a matter-of-fact voice, "and take your pajamas off."
He did as she said and then she could see the full beauty of his cock. It hung between his thighs, almost as long as a man's but she thought she'd never seen a man's cock as smooth and fine skinned as that. The few hairs that surrounded it were pale gold and curly, and by tilting her head she could see the small swell of his testicles behind. She was glad she'd never had him circumcised, no matter how they'd argued at the hospital when he was born. She herself had taught him how to pull back the foreskin and clean himself, and at the moment it seemed only a natural extension of that motherly solicitude to do what she was about to do.
"If I take it in my hands like this," she said, cradling its thick length in the palm of one hand, "and stroke it gently...." She couldn't say any more without spitting or swallowing, and even the corners of her mouth were damp.
"I'll just-" she began in a strangled voice, and then bent over the blood-swollen instrument. Remembering that horrible girl who'd stolen her husband, she remembered too the vicarious thrill she'd felt at the sight of lascivious sucking and licking. They won't get Davey, at least! By "they" she meant all the other females in the world, and particularly the young girls who were out to get her men. If I keep Davey happy at home, he'll stay with me forever!
Davey leaned back in the chair, not knowing what to say or do. He was scared and excited at the same time, and the two emotions fought for dominance. He had a normal young lustful love for his mother, made stronger by the absence of his father. In fact, he felt deserted every bit as much as Dottie did and his childish mind was filled with fantasies of revenge, and of taking his father's place. But over all these tumbled thoughts was the one over-riding consideration: the purely physical thrills he was experiencing at the moment.
He looked down and watched his mother's fingers handling his cock so intimately, stroking it in a way he'd never dreamed of. Sure, he'd masturbated like the other boys, sometimes with them and sometimes alone. But then, he simply jerked hard on his whanger, trying to get off as soon as possible. This was altogether different, this had a subtlety and mystery that awed him almost as much as it thrilled him.
He didn't know what to say so he kept quiet except for the sobbing breaths that broke from his mouth at intervals. His mother's tongue was so wet, so hot, so exciting! When she used it to stroke the underside of his cock, all the time fingering and caressing his inner thighs and his small young balls, he thought he'd go right out of his head!
Davey knew he would cum any minute and then what would Mom think or do? Was that what she wanted to happen? He wasn't sure so he squirmed on his chair, trying to hold back the spurting climax. He looked at the sway of her big boobs and wished he could hold them, suck on them. His head swung from side to side in his delightful anguish. He could see Lad behind his Mom, licking her backside and whining. Swinging his head further, he got a shock.
Was that a face peering at him through the window? It seemed for a moment that two piercing eyes met his own, and then the person-or vision-faded from sight.
Dottie swayed back and forth, unaware of anything in the world except the hard tender flesh in her hands and mouth. She knew he was going to cum and she nerved herself for the moment. Would it be as it had been with George and the girl, a sudden hot white splash before she took it in her mouth? She didn't know and she didn't want to miss one drop of his precious fluid, so she clamped her whole mouth over the young prick. When .Davey moaned and shoved his hips forward, she knew she was exciting him so she slid her tongue up and down on the slender column of flesh, at the same time sucking avidly. She felt so hot herself that she wanted to swallow cock and all!
But good old Lad was there behind her, poking at her buttocks. She went up on her knees and spread her legs so the dog could get his muzzle to its goal. Instantly she felt the rough warm tongue slurping down the crease of her ass, over the puckered asshole, to the fluttering vaginal lips. "Oooohhh," she moaned, and sucked Davey's dick with renewed vigor.
The blood was pounding in Davey's ears and his mind was like a steaming swamp. Vaguely he heard a noise, as if the secret watcher had banged against the window pane. But it wasn't important, nothing was important except the feel of the warm mouth sucking wetly at his penis, and the stabbing thrills that shot up from his loins and electrified his whole body.
He got that special feeling in his balls, a sort of tightening and gathering, that he already knew meant he was going to cum. And then the spasms went through him and he clutched at his mother's head, twisting the sun-bleached strands tightly around his fingers.
"Aaarrrggghhh!" He'd never cum like this before, with the ecstasy of the wet mouth still sucking hotly at his little prick. Davey twisted and turned in his seat, his heart tripping fast and filling his ears with the pounding of blood. It was better than great, it was fantastic, unbelievable! He moaned louder and then slumped back, so drained of energy he could only gasp like a beached fish.
Dottie felt the thin stream shoot into her mouth and swallowed hungrily, her mouth and tongue still working to drain the last bittersweet drops from his jetting prick. Her hungry gullet took it all and wished for more, as for the first time she tasted the acrid, steamy flavor of a male's jism. She knew she had to let him go, he was done! But her cunt still throbbed unmercifully, demanding release.
Reluctantly she let the limp prick slide over her semen-stained lips, and sank back on her heels. She shifted her ass so one heel was probing upward into her fluttering labia-but that wasn't enough!
Remembering Lad, she turned gladly to the dog. Gone was all fear of having Davey see her erotic behavior with the collie-her need was more important than anything else. She spread her legs wide and spoke to the animal. "All right, Lad, come on."
Davey watched wide-eyed as his furry pet crawled between his mother's legs. The long wet tongue shot out to lap at the steaming crotch, as Dottie lay on her back and cocked her legs. Her posture, plus the heavy scent of sex in the air, brought back to the boy every tale he'd heard whispered about sex. His prick began to swell again as his imagination added force to his small store of knowledge. He'd heard of sucking and fucking, but until this moment he hadn't really known what it meant. Now he wondered; could he fuck his mother? He stared into the molten depths of her, where the black tongue slavered busily, and his own mouth became as wet as the dog's. Could he join in the fun? Did he dare?
"Mama," he whimpered like a small boy, "Mama...."
Dottie heard but it was too late at the moment. Her big rawboned body heaved in a convulsive spasm as the continued wet stroking of her clit brought on the final contractions. She panted and gurgled happily, relieved at last of the pressures that were beginning to dominate all her waking hours.
This time it was Dottie who thought she saw movement at the uncurtained window of the cabin.
Her sex-dulled mind moved sluggishly and by the time her eyes were focused, the shadow was gone. "Davey! I thought I saw-"
The boy followed her gaze. "OOHhhh! Did you see someone too, Mom?"
Dottie got up hastily and ran to the bedroom for her robe. "Put your clothes on-I mean your pajamas, Dave. I'm not sure, but-" she called over her shoulder.
He scrambled hastily into his pajamas. Why does this have to happen now, just when ... when I'm having such a good time? All the windows had inside shutters, and he went from one to the other, pulling them closed and fastening the catches. Dottie came out in her robe and helped him.
"What did you see, Dave?" All Dottie's fears came flooding back. She might have thought it was imagination, but for what happened earlier. It certainly wasn't her imagination that their clothes had vanished, and been found mischievously scattered along the road. Whoever did that had certainly been watching silently, with what motives she couldn't even guess. Everything she'd ever heard or read about peeping Toms and sex maniacs came back to her mind, and she shivered in sudden panic. She wasn't a nervous or imaginative woman, and her size alone had usually been all the protection she needed. She looked to be-and was-strong and capable. Still, she knew that made little difference in this isolated spot, and no difference at all to a maniac. She'd read somewhere that some types of insanity could make a person abnormally strong.
"Anyhow, whoever it is, he can't get in here," she said firmly. The doors and window shutters were strong and well fastened, and besides, they had Lad to protect them.
But why hadn't he barked? She looked for the collie and saw he was going from window to window, whining uneasily and growling low in his throat.
"Lad will take care of us," she said comfortingly. The built-in guardian instincts of a collie were the best protection they could have. "Let's go to bed, Davey, I'm really beat."
The boy was only half-reassured. "Mama," he said timidly, "can I come in with you tonight?"
"Of course, son."
Dottie dropped her robe on the bedroom chair and hastily slipped into a nightie. All of a sudden she was so tired, she could hardly climb into the big bed. Davey slipped in the other side and cuddled up close. For a few minutes it was as it used to be, when her child had a nightmare and wanted the comfort of her presence.
But Davey wasn't totally a child any more.
Recovering quickly from his fright, he lay facing her with his head on her shoulder and an arm around her waist. It was warm and cozy. His hard-on had died but now it came back slowly as he sniffed the woman-scent of her and felt the softness of her big body. He knew she was exhausted but he was as selfish as most children, and he wanted more of the exciting sex play. Instinctively, he knew just what to say.
"Mom ... I'd rather have you than anybody." He sounded sleepier than he actually was.
Dottie's mind leaped to life as she examined the sentence in all parts. Did he mean he really had somebody else? Or that he was about to? Her jealousy rose, and her fear of losing him as she'd lost George. "I'd rather have you, too," she said, still wondering exactly what he meant.
"You feel so good," he murmured, catching the edge of her nightie and pulling it up to her hips.
His warm hard hand, calloused from outdoor play, stroked the outside of her thigh, moving inward by degrees. His other hand was around her neck and he half lay on her, feeling the pressure of her big boobs through the two layers of cloth. His breathing changed tempo, becoming faster and louder.
In spite of her weariness, Dottie felt a warm something uncoiling in the pit of her stomach. She knew she'd do anything in the world to hang on to Davey, to keep on being the most important person in his life-the only important person, in fact. And it so happened that this need coincided with her own rising passion, and with Davey's obvious desires.
The boy wriggled out of his pajama bottoms and when he returned to her, she felt first the pressure against her protuberant pubic mound. Something hot and heavy and throbbing was pushing at that sensitive spot. Her cunt reacted automatically, sending out its slippery moisture to bathe the inside of her fluttering vagina and drench the curly soft hairs at its outer edges. He's got another hard-on, die thought exultantly, and this time I've got to have it in me! There was an aching emptiness inside her that could only be filled and satisfied in one way. No matter what happened tomorrow, she had to have it tonight!
Davey, a little terrified at his boldness, lay still, hot and panting against her. He wanted to move, to do something, but he didn't know what. Contrary to his mother's thoughts, he knew practically nothing about sex-only what other boys had told him, and things he'd observed from watching animals. His innocence was not a preventive, but he didn't know how to go about it and was embarrassed to think of making the wrong move.
Dottie didn't understand all this, but it didn't matter. She had convinced herself that the boy knew more than he did, and that his hesitation was from shyness because it was his own mother. Well, whatever he did with other women and girls, he could perfectly well do at home! Her strong arms swung him up on top of her belly. The boy instinctively scooted up and bent his knees, so he was crouching over her. His thighs straddled her big legs and his stiff blood-gorged prick lay with its rosy tip at the upper end of her slit.
She shoved the pillows impatiently from under her head, and made her pelvis form an upward angle to her body. "Inside my legs, Dave," she whispered, and he obediently moved. In order to maintain the contact of his hard cudgel with the ragged pink flanges of her outer lips, he fell forward over her on his hands and knees. She sighed happily, he fell forward over her on his hands and knees. She sighed happily, but knew he must be paralyzed with embarrassment. She'd have to help him! She took hold of the small but hard cock and rubbed it back and forth over her slit, knowing she was so wide and ready he could practically fall in and still make it. The boy sobbed above her, and she spread her legs even wider.
At last he broke loose from his frozen fear, and hunched his body toward her. The slim stiff prick poked for a moment, and then found its goal, sliding slowly but easily into the warm wet cavern. Slow, slow, easy does it ... she clenched her inner muscles around their captive and heard his little sigh, almost like a bleat of pain.
"Mommmm," he murmured.
Her heart leaped with mingled love and lust and she knew somehow that what she was doing was the right thing, regardless of how it might look to others. She was making her boy happy, wasn't she?
She took hold of his hips and moved him slowly back and forth, feeling with ecstasy the sliding of his tumescent cock on her hotly swollen inner lips, feeling his trembling body slide into the age old rhythm, knowing she was finding a fulfillment beyond anything she'd ever imagined.
Her son's fears subsided in sheer pleasure, fantastic physical delight. So this was what it was like! He bit his lip to keep from sobbing. Something dominantly male took hold of him and he shoved her hands aside, gripping her hips with his own fingers. Experimentally he shoved harder, reaching deeper inside her quaking fevered cunt, taking charge of the rhythm and the stroke. He was afraid of his prick falling out but it didn't, and so he let go her hips and fumbled in the dark for her big swollen tits. Aaahhhh! That's what he'd wanted for so long! He clasped her breasts and let his thumbs play over the erect nipples, marveling even at that tense moment at the tender yet firm feel of them. So this is what it's like!
Surging happily over her, he knew he was going to cum any minute. He'd simply sensed earlier, when she turned from him to the dog, that she had her own cum to think about. He wanted to make her as happy as he was!
"Are you okay, Mom," he whispered anxiously. "Will you...?"
He didn't know how to put it, but her bucking frantic body answered the question he hadn't asked.
Through a haze of happiness, even through the tremendous physical forces that closed down all outside thought and sensation, Dottie thought: It gets easier all the time! I'm not really frigid at all!
And it was the first time she'd ever let herself verbalize that one terrible fear.
Her orgasm set her son off, too, and he slammed harder and harder at her moist upturned ass, driving his youthful cock in further than he'd thought possible. His cum was so overwhelming that he thought for one frightening instant that he was dying, dying ... and then he floated free and happy, his heart gradually slowing as his young balls jetted their hot white load into his mother's cock-loving cunt.
CHAPTER FOUR over the blood-engorged glans. Poised at the small His cock stood out, color-bleached in the moonlight, the thick white skin stretched tautly over the blood-engorged glasn. Poised at the small brownish wrinkled asshole, it shoved forward and penetrated the outer ring of muscle. The boy heaved an ecstatic sigh as he shoved his dick forward. Her breasts dangled like twin white balloons, swaying back and forth, the tits like miniature rosy thumbs standing out on her satiny skin....
The boy heaved a sigh as he stroked his cudgel and admired what he thought of as a man-sized hard-on. No matter what the fantasies, he hadn't better stand here jerking off in the moonlight. He'd been lucky twice already that evening, and the strain was telling on him.
He watched his erection die slowly and painfully, and then stuffed it back inside his trousers. That Dave was some lucky guy, to have a mother like that! It was the sight of her, more than anything else, that set him off tonight.
Attracted by the voices and splashing, he'd come down the mountain to watch the nude swimming party. He'd done that before from a distance, but this time the sight of Dave's unmistakable blond head, and then his Mom this, and Mom that, finally brought Bill closer to the pool-and inspired him to mischief.
The boy was twelve years old and he knew next to nothing about sex-and not much more about mothers and family life. From his viewpoint high in a tree, somehow he'd gotten the impression that the couple on the towel were doing something strange yet understandable. He'd seen dogs mating, and to his youthful mind there was no difference: the male was putting his dong in the female's asshole.
Hard as he tried to imagine it, with eyes closed and his own dong in his hands, something always stopped him. It wasn't the real thing, he thought fretfully. Why did kids like Dave have all the luck? He hiked back up the mountain and crawled in his shack, lonesome and feeling sorry for himself, and full of a childish determination somehow to change his life.
Morning dawned clear and sunny, with the bright blue sky a promise of heat to come. While Bill sat on the rocks outside his shack, staring at the small waterfall and wishing he had a mother to cook his breakfast, Davey pulled his chair up to the table and breathed in the good smell of pancakes and eggs and bacon.
Hungry as he was, and still thrilled by the sexual activity of the previous night, Davey had an uneasy conscience.
"Mom," he said, "uh, who do you think took our clothes last night?"
She shook her head. "I have no idea, son." She was too busy with her conscience and her memories, trying to reconcile one to the other, to worry about it; but something in the boy's voice caught her attention.
She pulled up the chair across from him and sat down, looking at him searchingly, noticing the faint blush under his tan. "Why, you know something about it," she said wonderingly. "How come you didn't tell?"
"I didn't even think about it at first, Mom! There was, uh, so much going on that I, uh...." His voice trailed off. "And besides, I promised." Actually it wasn't until morning came that he made the connection, though he realized then he should have thought of BUI straight away.
"Tell me the truth."
"Ooookayyy, though I don't think-I don't know-" he gave up and started over. "There's a kid living up on top of the mountain, at the hermit's shack. Anyway, that's what we call it. He ran away from an orphanage, Mom! And he doesn't have any place to go! He's a nice kid, though. I don't see why he would go and do a thing like that. I mean, throwing the clothes around and peeking through windows."
Dottie was relieved in a way, yet the knowledge brought new worries. Should she report the boy to the authorities? If she did, what might he not say out of revenge or simple innocence? She'd better talk to him at least, find out exactly what he'd seen and what he thought about it.
"I'd better do something about him," she said vaguely, and then thought a minute. "I know what, Davey. Let's pack our lunch and take a hike. I'll take enough for the boy, too. It'll make it easier to get acquainted."
Her conscience pricking her, she thought a long, tiring walk in the fresh air would be a good idea. She'd awakened to the pangs of an outraged conscience, and promised herself that she would never again indulge herself that way. In the clear light of morning, it was hard to understand how last night had happened; but she knew she was strong enough to resist temptation from then on.
She had all the best intentions in the world, and it was hardly believable to her that they lasted such a short time. Only a few hours later, she sat partially naked in the sunshine while two young boys handled and fondled and kissed her bare tits. How did it happen? Dottie stared blankly ahead and tried to figure it out.
Concentration wasn't easy, with all her senses lulled and delighted by the sweet caresses. Even her hungry ego was almost filled for once. But none of this was the way she meant it to happen; no, indeed!
Of course, the first sight of young Bill touched her motherly heart. A good-looking boy, with his thick dark hair and fine features-but then, almost undernourished. And he seemed so afraid, as if he expected-and usually got-the worst from the world. Immediately the menacing figure she'd built up in her mind vanished, to be replaced by concern for the youngster.
"So you're the fearful hermit," she said, smiling in a friendly way. "Why in the world did you pull those tricks on us?"
"I dunno," Bill said shyly. "I was lonesome, and you all were having such a good time. I knew I shouldn't have done it."
"And was it you, peeking in our windows later?"
He hung his head. "Yeah. I'm sorry."
She dropped it then and began unpacking the lunch. As the three of them ate-Bill with ravenous appetite-he told her how he'd run away from the orphanage. "I don't think they tried too hard to find me. I don't think they cared." Somehow he'd hitched his way West, hiding and stealing food. "I saw some cops and got scared, so I started climbing. And when I found this shack up here, it seemed like it was meant for me."
"But what have you done since? How could you survive without food?" She looked at her son, and immediately knew the answer. "You've been feeding him, haven't you?"
Then, as he admitted it and they talked further, Bill told them about his hunger for a mother and family. "I never really saw a woman naked before," he confessed. "And when I watched the swimming party, and then trailed you home," he stopped and looked at her, his brown eyes softly appealing. "Golly, when I saw you and Dave and saw you let him touch you, golly! I just came back here and cried."
Suddenly Dottie saw herself and her actions in a new light. Touching is very important to children. I know that. Besides, I read it in some article. They need that physical reassurance, as much os they need to be fed and sheltered. The poor little kid, never knowing his own mother! She looked at Davey and read the appeal in his eyes.
"Mom! Can't we take Bill home with us? We have plenty, we can share." He hesitated, then went on bravely, "I can share if you can. I mean-" She knew what he meant. She was proud of her boy for being so selfless and generous, and determined to help someone else. Then, when Bill went on to describe what he'd seen, she looked at the two boys helplessly.
"But no, Billy, that's not right! It's not like dogs at all, it's different!"
"Show him, Mom!" Impulsively Dave moved to her side and put his hands on the buttons of her blouse. "He never even saw tits before, he told me!"
Davey seemed to imply that he had, and again that cold fear clutched her heart. Whose breasts had he sucked on beside his mother's? And would he go back to her, that nameless female, if his mother didn't keep him happy at home?
Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse, and found a boy at each sleeve ready to drag it off. Bill stared at her stout white cotton bra in fascination, looking down the cleavage between her ample breasts. His dirty little hand crept out to touch, feeling the resilience of the flesh, bouncing it in excited wonder.
"Here, I'll unhook your bra," Davey said, sounding superior and experienced.
She had a moment of panic while the clumsy fingers worked at her back, but it vanished as the cups pulled away from her pendulous orbs. Her skin was sticky with sweat and she had to free each breast in turn, pulling it away from the fabric that hardly contained them. Bill's indrawn breath and Dave's warm, proud hand on her shoulder immediately justified her. For a while they simply sat and stared, sandwiches and lemonade forgotten.
Then Dave, as if to remind that he was her son, put both hands under one huge mound and lifted it, his thumbs extended to tweak the nipple between them. "When mothers have babies," he said, "the milk comes out here. See how it stands out? When I was a tiny baby, I sucked on it like this. Didn't I, Mom?" He bowed his head and put his warm mouth around the tit, sending electric tingles shooting through Dottie's raw-boned body.
"Yes, honey," she said faintly, "I guess you did."
She put her hand around her son's neck, stroking it gently, playing with his ear and the soft hair at the nape of his neck. For a moment she forgot the other boy entirely. God, how good it felt! "Suck harder, Dave ... Yes, that's the way." She remembered the exact sensation of nursing a baby, and her utter surprise at the pleasure it gave her. She'd been eighteen months old before she weaned him, using his good health as an excuse.
She remembered, too, the doctor's explanation. "Nature takes care of the baby's survival. Mrs. Burnett, in exactly that way. If the sensations are pleasurable, women are more apt to nurse their babies to a good start in life. Just one more of the marvelous survival mechanisms that are built into us." How could she have forgotten that?
And now, she thought, it's a survival mechanism for me instead of the child. If it binds my son closer to me, that's all I ask. She knew it was rationalization, but she didn't care! Life was too sweet at the moment to worry.
Then she looked up and saw the other boy's hungry eyes fixed on her, tears glazing the brown depths. "Go ahead, Bill," she said weakly, "you can touch me too."
With a wordless cry, the little boy flung himself at her. His hard little buttocks resting on her thigh, he grasped handfuls of the soft mammary tissue and began to kiss all around the tit, his hot little tongue sweeping the satiny flesh. He was so like a hungry animal that she said, "Careful, Bill! Don't bite me!"
Dottie leaned back against a big gray boulder, warm from the heat of the sun, and stretched her arms luxuriously. She hadn't felt so good in years! The two youngsters worked busily on her swollen boobs, the blond and the dark heads almost bumping in their avid pleasure. Davey's hand crept down in her lap, shoving gently at the crotch of her blue jeans. She allowed her legs to separate and instantly the small calloused hand pressed against the middle seam, forcing the material of her panties into her opening outer lips. Another sweet pang shot through her as she remembered the night before. The dear little boy, how very much he loved his Mommie! All those years when she'd disliked sex, feared it even, all dissipated like a puddle in the sunshine! She'd actually cum with a man-well, a boy-inside her. Instinctively she felt that this would bind her son to her as if tied with steel cables. How could he leave her after she'd made all these sacrifices for him? And how could she ever, ever leave Davey, when he made her happier than ever in her life!
And poor little Bill, never sucked his mother's tit, never even saw one before that he could remember. Well, she wouldn't desert him the way everyone else had. She'd take him home with her as Davey wanted, feed him up his scrawny little body and show him what a home was like. The spirit of altruism spread a glow through her, she was intoxicated with her own goodness. A pathetic waif that the world abandoned-but Dottie would take care of him. Maybe she'd even adopt him, and then she'd have two loving sons to care for her. If die kept both boys happy, she knew that neither one would ever leave her.
The little boy looked at her trustingly, without letting go of his firm clutch on her breast. "Mrs. Bamett-" he began.
"Call me Mom," she suggested.
A delightful smile crept over his face. "Okay, Mom. You're so good to me, I think I'm still asleep and dreaming. Oh please, don't go away!"
"You're coming home with us, Bill, if you want to."
Waiting tears brimmed over. "You won't be sorry!" the child said fiercely. "I'll be so good!"
"Anyhow, Mom. What I wanted to ask you is, where is Lad?"
"We left him home because-" the humor of it struck her. "You know what, Bill? We left him to guard the place because we had a window peeker last night!"
Both boys started laughing, letting go their hold of her rubbery flesh. Dottie suddenly came back to herself, realizing that she was being foolish, allowing this to happen in the open. Nobody who saw would understand what she was doing, or why. They never would believe her selfless motives, but think the worst. Hikers or even a ranger might stumble up the path at any moment!
"Boys, let's pick up the lunch and go home."
Bill was particularly eager, to see his new home from the inside. "And besides," he said, his little face showing intense pleasure, "I want to watch you do those things with Lad. Can I, Mom? Can I?"
"If you're a good boy." Privately she wondered if she still needed the collie, with two sons like these. Still, she hadn't yet let the dog fuck her, and she'd promised herself that treat.
Once back in the cabin, the two boys were irrepressible. They ran from room to room, showing Bill which would be his bed, his chair at the table in the big kitchen, his "new" jeans and shirts that Dave had outgrown. Lad raced alongside them, barking his shrill excited note, his plumy tail wagging so hard it threatened everything within reach. Now that he had a younger child to guard again, the collie reverted to an old habit. Bill discovered that everywhere he went, his left hand was held firmly but lightly in the collie's long mouth. It was a habit Dave had grown tired of, and made the dog quit, but Bill was thrilled because to him it meant acceptance as one of the family.
Dottie cleared away the remains of the lunches and smiled to herself as she listened to their high excited voices. Of course she'd have to find out exactly where Bill came from, and let them know he was safe, and work out a method of keeping him. But that could wait, details weren't important at the moment. She let her mind range instead around her new life with the two of them, and all the fun they'd have. Inspiration seemed to strike her again and again. It would be good to have Lad fuck her while each boy sucked a tit. The boys could have races, and she'd sleep that night with the winner. Oh, there were so many many ways to enjoy themselves from now on!
The kitchen clean, she headed for the lean-to shower. The boys could use one too-Bill particularly. Oh no, she thought. I have to scrub him anyway, so why not? I wonder if he's circumcised? And if he knows how to take care of his little peter? I'd better show him!
Minutes later, she stood in the shower which fortunately was big enough for the three of them. She stood with her feet planted wide, bending her rawboned body awkwardly so she could examine Bill's small limp prick and his immature balls. Handling them lovingly, she made a muff of soapsuds around his whole genital area. Behind her, her son had access to her ass and her hairy slit and he rubbed with a soapy washcloth, sending queer thrills up her spine.
"Oh, Mom," Bill said, looking up at her adoringly.
She just had to get closer to him! Balancing herself so that Dave could continue his delicious sudsing, she picked Bill up with one hand between his legs and one behind his back, and moved him up against her dripping wet breasts. Just then her son stabbed two slender fingers up inside her cunt.
Water streamed over her hair, into her eyes and smiling mouth and down her soap-slick body. Dottie didn't care. She thought she was happy for the first time in her life.
CHAPTER FIVE
Dottie began a period in her life which had no relation to anything she'd ever experienced before. As a gawky child with a plain face, taller than most of her classmates, she'd hidden her shyness under a tomboy-playfulness. Her high school years brought her friends, but not many boy friends. When she met and married George, she believed it was his own shyness that kept him from courting a more popular girl.
Marriage didn't change her much. Whatever romantic or sensual dreams she had disappeared before the reality of his demands. And of course, with her rather puritan upbringing, she refused his pleas for more variety in their sex life.
But now, with the two young boys, she discovered a depth of passion she'd never expected. Never getting up the courage to ask her son about his previous sexual experiences, she still thought they existed and battled for his love against outside influences. Her ready acceptance of Bill was not only for his own sake, or out of motherly compassion. Rather, she thought by providing a playmate right there at home, Davey was less likely to be tempted by others.
And it seemed to be working. The two boys often went off in the wilds together, to swim or fish or explore, but they were never gone long. They were as insatiable as Dottie herself where the three-sided sexual games were concerned.
The very first night she and Davey discovered Bill's mistaken ideas about intercourse and though they set him straight, his errors also provided them with new ideas.
"Mom," Billy said, "Bill thinks people fuck in the butthole. Is that-I mean, they don't, do they?"
She looked at the younger boy. "What do you mean, Bill?"
"Dogs do it that way," he said defensively.
"And that's what it looked like to me. You know, that night by the pool."
"Ohhh, I see! I'll show you what it really means some time."
"Right now," Davey urged her. The three of them were sitting at the kitchen table finishing supper. Dottie looked at the two boyish faces and felt a hot tide rise up in her so she had to clear her throat before she could answer.
"After supper, boys."
When she began to undress, Dave helped her as if it were normal routine to undo his mother's buttons and zippers. But the little stranger stood back and looked at her with hot eyes.
"Leave your apron on, Mom," he urged. "Please!"
Dave stopped his manipulation of her clothing and looked up, ready to laugh. But he could see it was no joke to Bill, and the idea began to strike him as queer but interesting. "Yeah, Mom, leave it on.
Dottie didn't dare look in the mirror when she was finally undressed and had retied the apron over her nakedness. Its bib hid very little of her bulging tits, and the skirt came only to her hips. She was sure it was far from becoming but in some quirky way, she didn't mind. Poor little Billy, she thought. He wants a mama so badly!
The two youngsters couldn't keep their hands off her. Davey had a very human need to show whose mother she really was, and to show off his knowledge to the younger boy. While she sat on the sofa he pushed her legs akimbo and pointed. "This is where you put your, your whanger in," he said, his finger tracing the outside of her rosy hair-lined cleft. Just that slight touch, along with the total erotic situation, was enough to get Dottie started. Forgetting how ludicrous she must look with her blue-striped gingham apron barely covering her, she smiled at Bill.
"Come on, honey, you can touch it too. It won't bite you."
Bill edged up nervously.
"See that?" she said. "That's my pussy." She took, his grubby little hand and placed it palm down over the pulsating slit, watching his face all the time.
The little boy's eyes grew wide as saucers. "Boys don't have a hole like that," he said, edging in closer until he could rest his other hand on her breast. She could feel the tit rising under the gingham cloth, and heat stabbed through her body.
"You're all wet there," he said, suddenly snatching his hand away. "Is that where girls go peepee?"
Dottie laughed. "Yes, but that's not what's making your hand wet, don't worry about it. That's what a woman calls her love juices. They make it all nice and slick for a man's cock."
Bill looked at her, then down at himself. "My whanger would fit better in a butthole, it seems to me!"
Dottie remembered when George had begged her to let him try that. "We can do that too," she promised. "But first, I want my baby to kiss me, right down there."
She'd seen that Dave was undressed and already had a sizable hard-on, and the sight of it made her hotter. He might not be willing to suck her, she reasoned, but with Bill as an audience he wouldn't back down. And sure enough Davey shouldered the other boy aside and knelt between his mother's legs. He looked up at her a little uncertainly, and Dottie pushed his blond head down until his nose was rubbing against her clit.
"Lick it," she urged in a new hoarse voice. "That's my love bud there, Davey, see?" With her fingers she separated the ragged pink flanges and fingered her clitoris. "Suck it, and lick all up and down, and stick your hot tongue up in me like Lad did!" Her orders came too fast for Davey to follow, but he tried, licking swiftly up and down, mouthing her clit, trying to penetrate the viscous damp opening with his boyish tongue.
The mingled smells were so unusual that he almost gagged at first, but then he began to find pleasure in the strange feel of her most intimate flesh on his tongue, and the faintly urine-scented tang of her sex juices. Fine hairs curled and tangled in his mouth and he moved his tongue busily, trying to shove them aside. His mother's sucking his cock was one thing, but he'd never dreamed of reversing the process. It wouldn't have done, of course, to let Bill think this was new or slightly distasteful; when as a matter-of-fact, he liked it better every minute.
His tongue shoved in a bit farther and he could feel the inner lips that seemed as if they were reaching for him, and he clutched her thick thighs to give him more leverage. It was interesting, and the best part about it, he discovered, was his mother's reactions. Her hips shifted and ground out their back-and-forward movement, that he remembered so well from the previous night's fucking. When he hit an especially sensitive spot, he could tell by her sudden gasp!
"Oooohhhh," she moaned and her son smiled against her steaming strange-scented pussy. This did for her what cocksucking did for him! Feeling rather clever, he experimented with what she called her love bud. When he sucked it too hard she almost screamed and pulled his hair. But when he let his tongue slide across it slowly and rhythmically, she moaned and wiggled her ass even more!
"Oh, don't stop! Oh, please don't stop, pleassse," she whimpered. Just to tease her, Dave moved his head back a fraction of an inch. Her response was instant!
"Davveeee! You're killing me!"
Obligingly he put his face back smack into her wet warm cleft and let his tongue slurp over the shiny-tight quivering bud of her clit. Almost instantly he felt her torso stiffen and then the rippling waves shot out from the base of her spine.
It was strange and wonderful to feel those glistening ruby inner lips vibrate against his mouth and teeth and tongue. He pulled out slowly and sat back on his heels to enjoy the look on her face-the look he'd brought there!
Dottie was ecstatic! She'd always thought that cumming was the end of sex for the evening, or at least for a few hours. But now she was discovering that the more orgasms she had, the more she wanted! She wondered if she were abnormal in some way. If so, it was a very strange abnormality! First she was not even interested in sex, putting her husband off with excuses as often as possible. As for climaxing, the only time she ever did that was with her own fingers, sitting on the toilet after intercourse, while George snored away in the bed.
And now she was the opposite, so hot it didn't seem as if she'd ever get enough!
All the time Davey spent sucking her cunt, Lad the collie stood by whining as if to say: That's mine, that's where I belong. Only Dottie's hand twined in the thick golden hair of his ruff kept him from edging the boy away. As Davey went to the bathroom to wash his face and scrub his teeth, the dog moved in and lapped wetly, washing her cum juices away and making her clit begin to swell again. Belatedly she realized that poor little Bill had been left out, and looked up to see him watching as if he couldn't believe his eyes.
"Take your clothes off, Billy," she said with a girlish giggle. "You look funny that way!"
The boy kicked off his moccasins and pulled his shirt over his head. His ribs were distinct in his undernourished body. Then he manfully unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, taking his underpants with them.
"That's quite a hard-on you've got," she said approvingly. "You're not such a little boy after all."
"Can I do it too?" he pleaded. "Stick it in there-or somewhere?"
Dottie motioned him closer and put her hand on his taut little ass while she thought a minute. "I know what let's do," she said. "What you wanted in the first place but-here, put it in my pussy first." She shoved Lad out of the way and pulled the youngster up close, watching his face while his hard yet slim dong met a woman's cunt for the first time. He shoved it back and forth a bit and then stopped, afraid he'd done the wrong thing.
"That's it," Dottie said encouragingly, "that's the way."
She could hardly feel his cock, especially as wide open and wet as she was at the moment. That's what had given her the idea to try something different.
"Now, Bill, let me get up. We'll do it dog fashion, okay?"
She only meant to let him enter her from the rear, hoping the angle would compensate for his lack of size. But of course he was too small to reach her, she discovered as she crouched on the floor with her big wide ass in the air. His small but strong hands were on either cheek, pulling them apart so she could feel a rush of chill air in the cleft and on the small puckered hole.
"Put it in my ass," she told him. "Right in the asshole-shove hard, Bill!"
They almost had it for a moment, with Dottie doing all she could to expand the almost uncontrollable muscles. But Lad got too excited. He shoved in underneath, throwing her off balance. "Wait a minute, Bill." She raised her hips in an almost impossible position, so that the dog could worm his head underneath. Then, while Lad licked avidly at her cunt, Bill tried again for penetration.
This time his small penis (and it was uncircumcised as Dottie had hoped!) pushed its way a quarter-inch into the tight opening. Bill tugged with his hips and shoved forward, but just as she thought he was making it, the boy gave a shout.
"Ohhhh! I'm CUMMMINNNGGG!"
Sure enough, a moment later the soft cock slipped out of its snug nest and the boy stepped back.
Dottie wasn't discouraged. While waiting for Bill to try, her mind had been whirling with new ideas. She was still hot and a look at her naked son told her that he was too. There never was any question about Lad, of course. She had enough trouble just getting her housework done, with the dog sniffing up her crotch with every step she took.
"Time out for a cigarette," she said, knowing it would tease and tantalize the boys, making them in the end more eager. She might not know much about sex, but young boys were easily known! She smoked leisurely, thinking how much more pleasant and interesting her life had become since she set out to bind Davey to her so he'd never get away. His father might have young girls, but not her son!
When she was ready she lay on the floor, her ass propped high on pillows. The blue-striped apron, rather wrinkled, lay across the bulge of her stomach. "Kneel down there, Billy," she instructed, "and try again." Both the collie and Davey watched with interest as Bill manfully pushed his new erection against the rubbery opening. It felt queer yet exciting, particularly when he succeeded in getting his cock partway in. Dottie wriggled like a cork going down on a corkscrew, trying to take more and more of the slender stiff prick inside her rectum.
The sight excited Bill, as well as the strange sensation of having his cock where he'd dreamed of putting it. He'd try to fuck Mom later in the regular way, but his mistaken idea was still so strong that he felt a glow of satisfaction spreading up from his immature loins.
Dave too had a hard-on and he didn't mean to let his new friend have all the fun. Moving away, he squatted down on his mother's chest with his blood-gorged cock swaying under her chin. "Mom," he said, "please, will you suck me at the same time?" When she opened her mouth for him, he heaved a sigh and hunched forward. The first touch of the sucking mouth sent shivers of ecstasy through him. Some of the day he'd wondered if it were all really true, and if anything could feel as good as he remembered it. But it was, it was even better! His mother's mouth and tongue moved hot and busy on his cock, and this time he could bounce up and down on her, instead of just letting her control all the movement. He licked his lips avidly, remembering how it had felt to do the same thing to her.
Dottie lay like some ancient sacrificial victim, her arms spread wide, her mouth full of the delicious young hard organ, her nostrils twitching with the musky scent of his sex. She could feel every little bit of Bill's cock in her ass, and now he was jamming it in and out of the suddenly relaxed opening. It was different, thrilling. The sensations seemed to come from the very base of her spine and spread out in a languorous melting as if hot molasses were running through her veins in place of blood. Just to make it complete, a long wet tongue swept over her slit, laving her clitoris, exciting every little nerve ending in her petal-opened pink inner lips. Lad had moved in, just as she expected he would, to his favorite place.
Oh, she'd have to fuck that dog some day! The thought didn't shock her or scare her as it had before. Sometimes she thought the only times her mind was really clear was when she was hotly aroused and sexual desire beat in her body like a second heart. There was almost too much sensation! But she knew that if she had an orgasm, it would still be all right. Both boys and the dog would continue until they were satisfied themselves. She wondered how many times a woman could cum, and if she'd ever reach her limit.
Her big body twisted on the floor and she felt that marvelous short-circuit happen to her again, as if her senses were electrical wires with an overload. This time it happened so slowly that the ripples and the spasms were dream-like, unreal. Her mouth was crammed full of her son's hot hard prick, and her asshole brought new depths of feeling to her cum, as Bill pounded in and out. It was incredibly erotic, almost more than she could stand! And she thought that if Lad didn't leave her clit alone for a few seconds, she'd go right out of her mind!
But then it happened, like a chain reaction. Bill gave a little shout as he'd done before. "Ayyyyhhhh!" Then his prick slipped easily out of her expanded asshole.
Almost at the same time, only seconds later, Bill groaned so deep that the sound might have come from the soles of his feet. He pounded on for a few more thrusts, while she felt the hot jism spurting into her eager mouth and shooting down her avid throat. She swallowed furiously, trying all the time to keep up her sucking until he felt drained and his cock was nothing more than a boy's little dangling button. The two boys fell down on the rug beside her, panting and still twitching.
"Mommm. Oh, my mama," Davey gasped. "That was soooo good!"
"Me too," Bill said. "Wowie! I never dreamed it would be as great as that."
Dottie laughed. "Me too," she said, but she didn't move. Lad was still running his tongue up and down and it seemed as if he'd stiffened it, so it was like a long wet poker that tried to penetrate right up inside her vagina. Could she cum again? She wasn't sure but she knew there was no way of moving at that moment. She felt somehow different, as if her whole insides were gathering themselves up, as if she'd go off any minute with an explosive force. How many times had she cum anyhow? she wondered. She tried to count but the numbers didn't make any sense.
And then the explosion did happen, and it was fantastic. With her eyes closed she soared through space, saw rockets burst in blazes of color, felt her knees and ankles and elbows and wrists come loosely apart. When she opened her eyes it was as if she'd been a long way away, and brought back some of the remoteness of other worlds with her.
"Are you all right, Mom?" Bill's anxious face looked down at her.
"Yesss. I'm fine." The boys hovered over her until she got up on one elbow and looked around, blinking.
"Golly, Mom, we thought you'd fainted," Dave said.
Maybe she had, she didn't know. She suspected that the cumulative orgasms had made her supemormally sensitive, so that the final one was what Dave would call a block-buster. Carefully she got to her feet. The apron had come untied and fell of her full-bodied shape as she moved. She kicked it aside and went in the bathroom, where she washed her face in cold water before stepping in for a quick shower.
The boys still looked worried when she came out, wrapped in a robe.
"Gosh, Mom, maybe that was too much for you."
"Nonsense," she said cheerfully. "You boys go clean up now, you hear? And get into your pajamas, it's way past bedtime."
She was a good mother, she knew it! As the two youngsters started for the bathroom, she called after them, "Now hurry it up and we'll have popcorn before you go to bed!"
Humming cheerfully, Dottie went to the kitchen to pop a bowl of popcorn.
CHAPTER SIX
This time, Dottie didn't wake up with a conscience, like an emotional hangover, to depress her. On the contrary, she awoke to find two pairs of loving hands caressing and patting her. Davey stood on one side of the bed, Bill on the other, pinching her mischievously as they planted warm kisses all over her face. They smelled of popcorn and warm young bodies, and she couldn't help but smile at them.
"C'mon, Mom, you promised Bill a real home-type breakfast!"
"So I did," she said, happily. "And here I come."
Half an hour later the boys cut into their second stack of hot cakes, having put away eggs and bacon and jtiice already. "You know what, Mom?" Billy said.
"No, what now?"
"Maybe you forgot, but you invited all those people at the party to come here Sunday night. For chili."
Dottie's jaw dropped. "Yes, I did forget." She poured herself a cup of coffee and sat at the table. "Why, that's tomorrow, isn't it?" It had seemed a good idea at the time but now she wondered why. So much had happened to her in such a short time, it was no wonder it slipped her mind. "Maybe they've forgotten, Dave."
"Them? Forget a party?"
"I guess you're right," she said ruefully. "Damn it all, I guess I'll have to go through with it."
"We'll help," Bill volunteered.
"Oh, Lord, what'm I going to tell them about you?" It served her right for drinking martinis, she thought. The idea of giving a party alone scared her enough, and now she had secrets to hide it was that much worse. She and George never socialized a lot and she really didn't know where to begin. "A party! And I thought I'd spend the day outdoors with you two and Lad."
She sat down and started making lists. She'd have to go into town for the food and liquor and mix. Count the plates. Buy paper napkins. Haul out the big chili pot and scrub it. Clean the house. Have the boys clean up the yard. "How many did we ask, do you remember, Davey?"
"About twelve, I guess."
She asked Sam Finley's advice about the liquor. That way, everybody would know she was still planning on the party without her having to traipse all over reminding them.
By evening, Dottie was exhausted. The two little boys got in bed with her and played with her tits and her pussy, but she fell asleep and they went off to their own beds. Her last waking thought was a comfortable one: after all, they had the summer and maybe years to play together. They could afford to lose an evening or two.
By Sunday afternoon the chili was simmering on the stove, sending its rich spicy scents through the air. The salad and garlic bread were ready, the bar set up.
Dottie wasn't worried about anything. "Don't forget, Bill, you're Davey's cousin from back East, come to live with us."
In spite of Dottie's fears, the party got off to a good start. Several of the men helped her mix drinks, and all of them praised the food. She had several relaxing drinks herself and rediscovered that it was fun to be with adults, and impulsively accepted several invitations. If she went out more, she reasoned, it would look better to other people.
In the evening they built a campfire and Sam Finley, the grocer, produced a guitar from his car. Dottie sat watching the flames and listening to the singing, her mind as much on the two boys across the firepit as on her company. They'd behaved so well, she thought, helpful and polite, never betraying their mutual secret by word or glance.
"Dottie Barnett," a voice said in her ear. "The mysterious Dottie Barnett.
Mysterious? That amused her and she smiled at Frank. He moved in closer and put an arm around her, and she let her head fall onto his shoulder. "You must be kidding," she said. "I'm the least mysterious person here."
She stole a glance over her shoulder and met his sincere brown eyes. "What in the world do you mean, Frank?"
"You're not telling all you know, that's for sure."
He piqued her interest and she kept after him though he looked as if he wished he'd never begun it. "It's really none of my business," he said. "But your-nephew, did you say? Who just arrived from the East?" She nodded. "I'd swear," Frank went on, "that he's the same boy I saw playing with Dave three weeks ago, swimming in that pool below the waterfall. They didn't see me, and I didn't want to embarrass them."
"Embarrass?"
"They were skinny dipping, and I was hiking with Evelyn and her sister. I thought, you know, boys that age wouldn't like to be caught naked." She didn't know what to answer so she shrugged. "And is that all?"
"No ... one other thing. I couldn't figure out why you told everybody at the party that your husband had run off with a young girl. Like I say, it's none of my business "
"But he did!" she said indignantly. "I came home one day and-and caught them in bed together! What do you know about it anyway?"
"Not much," he admitted. "But when I was in Phoenix last week, I was introduced to your husband. He found out I had a home here and insisted on taking me out for a couple drinks. He wanted to know all about you and his boy, were you well, things like that."
"And I suppose he told you it was all my fault?"
"No, not a bit of it. He admitted he'd had a woman in your house, and he felt terrible about it. Ashamed as all get out. But then I met the woman. She has long blonde hair, just as you said, and she's slim. But she's as old as you are, probably older."
"I saw her myself!" Dottie said angrily. "Anyhow, what difference does it make?"
"None, I guess. The only thing is-well, both of them wanted me to tell you how sorry they were about it. They aren't going together, it was just a one-shot deal, and George would give anything if you'd forgive and take him back."
The whole thing was ridiculous and Dottie would have moved away, except that Frank's shoulder was so strong and comfortable. Why couldn't she have married someone like him? She had to admit to herself that he attracted her strongly. Of course he was married, but after all, Evelyn had fucked that other man in plain sight of Frank and everybody. Were they swingers, whatever that meant? She settled in against him more comfortably and tried to get her mind off sex. For instance, she saw phallic symbols everywhere she looked. The hot dogs toasting over the fire. The banana Bill was peeling. The shape of the dead tree by the road. Her own son and little Bill, just the sight of them made her hot.
Frank leaned closer and put his mouth on hers in a slow, warm kiss. Her lips moved and her mouth opened, so that his tongue shot out and filled her wet warm mouth. His mouth bore down on hers until she could hardly breathe, and she clutched his wide shoulders for balance. He held her firmly and licked her lips, inside and out, planted warm breathing kisses on her eyelids and cheeks and throat. "Oh, you darling," he whispered huskily. "I've got to have you. I haven't been able to think of another thing since the swimming party."
The shadows were dense outside the circle of fire. Dottie felt her heart trip rapidly and her breath grow short. She clung to him, loving the feel of his body, hot even through his clothes. What would it be like to fuck a grown-up man? But she couldn't, the boys wouldn't like that at all! She gave a quick glance around without seeing the youngsters, but noticed that other couples were kissing and making out. If this was what being a swinger meant, she had to say it was all right.
Frank put a hand on her billowing left tit. She held perfectly still, even held her breath, feeling the excitement spread in her from his touch. She was leaning against him and he put his other hand down to cup one cheek of her full ass. His thumb pressed along the seam of her jeans, leaving a trail of fire behind it. She put her face up again and he kissed her passionately, devastatingly, while she edged nearer and nearer to' his strong body. He increased the pressure on her upstanding tit and her ass and she began to pant, knowing she had to have him or somebody right away.
"Mom!" It took a second for the boyish voice to penetrate, but finally she and Frank sat up and moved an inch apart.
The two youngsters scowled down at her. "Oh, there you are," she said breathlessly. "I was looking all over for you."
"We were with Mr. Stone," Davey said. "He's going in to take his kids to the movies, and invited us along." He paused. "We said we didn't think so, because you'd want us to help clean up after the party."
"Oh, Dave, don't be silly! Of course you can go." Her voice was bright and false. "We can do the cleaning tomorrow, and anyhow, I'm not going to work you that hard!"
Her son stared down at her angrily. He knew what was going on with that Frank, but he didn't dare say so. As usual, grownups could do what they liked and make it sound okay. And a kid didn't have a chance!
He left her without answering. "Get going, Bill," he said in a mean voice. "They're not gonna wait all night for you."
She turned back to Frank, but he was back on his feet, waiting to help her up. "I'm taking Evelyn home," he whispered, "But I'll be back in twenty minutes!" He left before she could answer, and besides, the other guests were waiting to thank her and say good night.
When the last car had gone down the red dirt road, she doused the campfire with water and began to pick up empty beer cans and glasses. It was too beautiful to go indoors. The moon was just on the full, dimming even the brightest stars. A small wind rustled the tops of the pine trees. She sat on the small porch, not wondering if Frank would return, not even thinking. What she'd come to think of as her "automatic pilot" had switched on and she would follow where it led her.
She saw the car lights below flashing on the switchback, and waited expectantly. Frank drove into a grove of pines and hurried out of the car. When he stood there and took her in his arms, she discovered he was even taller than she'd thought, giving her the pleasing impression of being small and almost dainty.
He kissed her even more ardently than before, holding her tightly so her whole body was pressed against his. His hot tongue explored her mouth, plunged deep in her throat, rubbed against her own tongue. Her legs felt loose and incapable of holding her upright without his support.
"Let's go inside," he said. Arms around each other, she led him directly to her bedroom. A memory of the two boys flashed through her mind, and vanished. Her hands went directly to the buttons of her shirt, and she was naked while he was still stepping out of his trousers. He sat on the edge of the bed to untie his shoes while Dottie looked him over.
He was tall, broad-shouldered, big enough to carry the slight paunch without looking ridiculous.
He wasn't fat but another twenty pounds would do it. A few hairs curled in the middle of his chest between his copper-colored nipples. She was suddenly seized with the idea that men might have sensitive tits too, and determined to find out.
His broad, lightly haired thighs framed the thick chunkiness of his cock. She stared at it intently, seeing that it lay flaccid and still. But die could remedy that!
With her newly won confidence, die sank to her knees in front of him and reached out for that delicious-looking limp prick. Holding it in both her hands, she sniffed it, tasted it, crooned over it lovingly. Just as she expected, the first touch of her tongue made it stir and begin to swell. She took it all in her mouth for a moment, wanting to feel its rising hardness that way. When the burgeoning cock began to twitch and grow, she withdrew and began to lick it on the underside, meanwhile pushing back the foreskin with her fingers.
Frank watched her in astonishment. He loved it, of course, but he couldn't quite believe this was happening. Remembering her husband's words, he felt like a fool. He'd believed George Barnett, but one of the two had to be crazy, or lying, or both! And he had to trust in the evidence of his own eyes and his other senses. If this woman was cold, then he was a horny toad! He liked big women, and he'd been attracted to her from the first. Nevertheless, he'd returned to the cabin without high expectations. She'd seemed passionate enough by the fire, but he'd known women like that before. All sweet words and loving kisses until you got them in the bedroom, and then-nothing.
In fact, he was so pessimistic he'd talked himself right out of an erection!
Frank decided to forget about that puzzle for the moment. This was a real handful of woman and he intended to do her justice. He felt his loins begin to melt and looked down to discover he really did have a hard-on, thanks to her adroit lips and tongue. Abruptly he got to his feet and pulled her up beside him. "I can't wait," he said, pushing her down on the bed.
Dottie went with no hesitation, lying on her back and immediately spreading her legs. Frank crawled over her and poised himself, their eyes meeting and locking. She had a little smile on her face and a look of excited anticipation.
Dottie felt so warm and happy and good. She looked down the small mountains of her breasts, the hillock of her rounded belly, and open vee of her crotch. His blood-gorged chunky cock pointed straight as an arrow at her pussy. A little thrill ran through her, raising goose bumps on her arms and backs. She bit her lip as she imagined how good it was going to be.
Frank put his hands under her big thighs and raised them until her knees almost touched her breasts. He moved his ass spare inches up and down until it homed in on the hairy slit. He wasn't surprised by now to find it hot and wet, so hot he expected to see steam rising from it. The glistening ruby head poked between the ragged outer folds and then with a flick of his hips, shoved forward.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned, closing her eyes in ecstasy.
He pulled her hips to him until she was almost doubled over, feet on either side of her head, and the whole intimacy of her crotch open to his eyes and touch. He plunged hard, and again harder, his cock swelling even more until it felt the muscular walls all around it, heat-giving, slick and wet. As he pounded in her hips rose and fell to his meter, reluctantly falling back as he almost withdrew.
Dottie felt the big cock sliding in and out, slamming against the base of her cervix, rubbing softly yet abrasively alongside her sensitive fluttering clit. It was so good, so marvelous! Her throat grew dry and she moaned ceaselessly, switching her head from side to side so her tangled hair flew around her taut straining face. She'd cum for the boys but would she, could she, cum for a man? She strained hard, pushing back against him, trying to stop her mind and let all those exciting physical sensations take over completely. She wasn't concerned about him at all, but her very disinterest created more erotic thrashings and plungings than she'd ever unleashed before.
She grabbed his strong forearms and braced herself on them, willing her nerve endings to explode but afraid that it would never happen.
Then Frank took her by surprise. He slowed the stroke abruptly and began to move from side to side. The ecstasy was almost unbearable for her. She could feel her fluids literally gushing out, bathing his tumescent invader with their wet slickness. It was too much! It was more than she could take!
"Help, help!" she screamed. "Oh, don't stop, keep it up, I'm cummminnng, I'M CUMMING!"
Her obvious pleasure affected Frank so strongly, he felt his balls begin to swell ready for orgasm. His ass pinched together and fluttered, his cock grew even huger-and then the dam broke. Still plunging into her, he gradually slowed as the thick hot semen jetted into her steaming swamp, frothing over on her pussy, matting and dampening her pubic hair.
With a groan he fell off and lay limply beside her, reaching for her hand. Their sweat-slippery bodies heaved and trembled and finally calmed, as his heart slowed its furious pounding. It felt so good to lie there beside her, he didn't think he'd ever move again.
Pretty much in the same condition, Dottie was too sated even to feel triumphant. She'd save her secret for later to gloat over when she was alone. Certainly she'd never admit to Frank that this was her first genuine orgasm with a full-grown man!
"Ooohhh," he sighed, "I only have one thing to say, Dot. Your husband is the worst liar I ever met in my whole entire life!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Instinctively she knew what he meant. Her former state of frigidity was so much on her own mind, that she knew it must be on George's too. She resented their having talked about her so intimately but on the other hand, it was rather fun to prove her ex-husband a liar.
She could be honest, of course, and tell Frank that she had only now discovered her potential as a woman. But, what would he think then? Surely he'd be looking around for the man who'd turned her on to sex. Everybody knew she hadn't dated since the separation, and he might become suspicious. Suddenly she remembered what he'd said about seeing Bill three weeks ago. Was he suspicious already?
And all this time Frank was looking at her curiously, as if waiting for an answer.
"I don't care to discuss George," she said lamely.
"Fair enough." He rolled toward her and rested his hand on her thigh. "You're a very interesting woman, Dottie."
She wasn't sure what he meant but his warm strong hand on her leg had suddenly become the most important thing in the world. She looked down and saw that his cock was no longer limp and flaccid, but had begun to grow thick and hard. If George had only been more virile, she thought, their marriage might have lasted longer. She knew in a way she was kidding herself but her newly developed talent for rationalization made her believe whatever she wanted to believe. Because now her own sexuality had become aroused, it was almost impossible for her to understand the person she used to be.
Frank followed her gaze and looked proudly at his thick blood-gorged instrument. It arched its way outward toward her leg, and he felt a sudden stab of desire. There was a mystery connected with this seemingly simple woman, he knew it but at the moment all that seemed unimportant. Rolling on his back, he held out his hands for her. "Time for you to get on top," he said.
Dottie didn't know if she'd like that or not, but she was recklessly eager to try. She climbed over him with a knee on either side of his hips. "Put it in," he urged her. She took hold of his huge pole and stroked it softly up and down the ragged fluttering outer lips of her pussy. She played with his cock for a few minutes, brushing it against her sensitive clit, poking it against her inner cuntlips. Finally she lifted her body higher and poised the bulbous cockhead at the opening of her narrow slanting channel. Her body accepted it easily as she slid downward, and she felt the fullness inside. She watched Frank's face as a little smile crept over it, and knew he felt as excited and good as she did.
He put his hands under her asscheeks and bounced her lightly up and down until she picked up the rhythm herself. Leaning forward, she balanced herself with her hands on his chest. Remembering what she'd thought of earlier, she tweaked his nipples with her thumbs and saw them come erect just as hers did.
"Wait a minute," Frank panted. "I don't want to cum too soon."
Dottie sat back on her haunches and let the weight of her body settle onto his big frame, this was a marvelous sensation! She discovered that if she slid her body a few inches forward and then back, the excitement was almost unbearable!
"Oh, Frank," she whispered, "I like this!"
His eyes flew open. "You say that as if you'd never tried it before."
"You know George," she said. "Or, okay, you don't know him, not really. But he was always so serious about sex. It wasn't much fun, not like this."
Sitting there on top of him, their bodies joined at the crotch, his huge hard-on inside her, she realized how much she'd missed all her life. It was even possible to have a conversation, and then begin all over again to fuck! "Tell me again about seeing George," she said. "It didn't really make sense. If he and this blonde aren't going together, how did you meet her?"
Frank twitched his hips, making the live hard flesh inside of her leap for a moment. "He called her up and asked her to meet us for a drink, so she could confirm what he said." He grinned, a bit shamefaced. "To tell you the truth, doll, he got the idea I might serve as a go-between. I guess I let him think I knew you better than I did ... then. It kills me to say it, especially right now, but he wants you back in the worst way."
Dottie stared. "He never told me that."
"I got the idea you were so angry, he didn't think he had a chance. But he's hoping you've cooled down some by now."
"But I couldn't!" Her first thought was of her precious two boys. She couldn't give up their love, it meant too much to her now! And George would never stand for that, he'd kill her if he ever found out!. Dottie finally let herself admit that what she was doing with the two boys was wrong and dangerous. "I could never trust him again," she said.
Instead of answering, Frank took hold of her hips and shoved her gently back and forth. Dottie wasn't in the mood, any more, but when she felt that burgeoning hot fist move inside her, all her passion came back redoubled. "Oh! Oh, Frank!" she gasped. She flung herself on him, wanting the touch and closeness of his broad chest against her. Moving only her hips and legs, she pounded up and down on him. Everything else in the world faded away before the surge of hot desire.
Only moments later, they both climaxed and her body twitched furiously on his. Her head lay on his chest and she could hear the wild pounding of his heart. He held her tightly for long sweet minutes that in a different way, were almost as satisfying as the act itself.
Finally Dottie roused herself. "You'd better get home," she said. "I don't know how long the movie lasts and the boys could be home any minute."
She showered quickly while he washed up and dressed.
"You still haven't explained your 'nephew'," he said at the doorway, kissed her lightly and was gone.
Damn the man anyway! He was a marvelous lover but quite obviously a busybody, minding everyone's business but his own. Dottie was glad the boys weren't home yet; she had a lot to think about. Fixing herself a stiff drink, something she rarely did, she sat moodily in front of the fireplace. High as they were in the mountains, the evenings were almost always cool enough for a fire, even in summer.
First there was George to think about. She'd be a fool not to take him back, she knew that. Finding another husband at her age, with her looks, was almost impossible. But was Frank telling the truth? And had George and his girl friend lied to Frank? Hie whole thing was a puzzle, and she didn't know how to solve it.
She was still trying to figure it out when the two boys burst in through the door. The movie was great, but-"What've you been doing, Mom? You look kinda depressed."
She wasn't such a fool as to tell them about Davey's father, but she did repeat what Frank had said about seeing Bill some three weeks before he was supposed to have arrived.
"I don't suppose he'll make trouble for us," she concluded, "but who knows?"
Davey was embarrassed. "I wanted to tell you about Bill a long time ago, Mom. I felt like such a sneak."
"Did you go up there every day?" she asked curiously.
"Just about every day. I hung around the Lodge for a while and then sort of disappeared. Golly, it was fun swimming up there, without suits! You'd ought to try it, Mom."
"Oohhhh!" The light dawned. "Is that where you got your all-over tan, Dave?"
"Yes'm."
She remembered the shock she felt when she first noticed he had no streak of white where swim trunks should have been. She'd leaped to conclusions that might not be true. Dottie felt a little sick, but decided she'd better find out once and for all.
"I thought you must be swimming in Frank and Evelyn's pool."
"Heck, no!" His innocent blue gaze met hers.
"The other night was the very first time."
He still hadn't told her what she wanted to know. "Tell me the truth, Dave. Haven't you been, uh, fooling around with some of those women?"
"Gosh no, Mom!" He blushed furiously, "I never, ever even touched a girl until the other night. With you, I mean."
Dottie felt as if the entire cabin came crashing down around her head. How could she have been so totally wrong about so many things? Had she taken her own hurt out on her son, and ending by corrupting him as well as Bill? She got up and fixed herself another drink, finally and dismally aware of her own skill at self-deception. "But you knew," she started to say, "you knew all about it, you--"
"Gosh, Mom, the guys all talk about sex at school so, sure, I knew something. I'm thirteen years old, after all!"
"What's this all about?" Bill cut in. "Gee, I'd thought we'd have some fun tonight, if you weren't too tired."
But after all, what difference did it make? What's done is done. She had to settle her mind a bit first, but she knew in her heart that she'd go right on with her erotic behavior with the boys. The only difference was, she'd have to accept the fact of her own depravity instead of hiding behind comfortable lies.
So for the next few weeks, time seemed to flow along, one day blending into the next. Dottie made one good resolution after another, but none of them lasted. Frank didn't return, nor did she hear from George. The three humans and the dog played their sex games in the living room, in the bedroom, on the front porch. She even forgot her inhibitions enough to go swimming with the boys in the mountain stream, bare-ass naked, splashing and laughing, time out for rounds of fucking, sucking and whatever else their inventive minds could come up with.
Dottie fell into bed every night exhausted, and usually woke up to find two young boys in her bed, kissing and squeezing her tits, crawling between her legs, licking her pussy so that she had her first cum of the day even before completely waking up.
Suddenly it was August.
"What a wonderful summer this has been," she said, "But so short! I hate to have fall come, don't you?"
Bill looked worried. "Yeah, what are you gonna do about me? Can I go to school with Bill in Phoenix?"
"Yes, of course." She tried to remember if birth certificates were required to register for school, or transcripts from a child's last school. Oh, well, she'd fake it somehow.
"I'll have to go to Phoenix soon," she said, "and get the house cleaned up, get school clothes for you two. Maybe we should drive in tomorrow." The boys looked sad, and even Lad the collie seemed to wag his tail mournfully, There now, she'd promised herself the summer wouldn't be complete unless die fucked the dog! He'd been getting more and more eager lately, and she was sure he was altogether willing and ready. She told the boys about it.
"Yeah, but he'll scratch you." i "We'll wrap his paws."
The dog submitted to having his front paws tied up in strips of cloth. He whined and shoved his nose into her crotch, as if to say: let's get going.
"I'll get you ready," Bill said ardently.
Dottie smiled and agreed, though she knew she was always ready these days, her cunt constantly damp and slick, from all the attention paid to it. She let Billy pull her jeans and pants off and sat on the sofa with legs akimbo.
There was no use pretending, die loved every minute of this! The child squatted between her knees and put his face in her wet crotch, his thumbs holding open the fluttering outer lips. No matter how many times this happened, she always gasped with shock and pleasure as the searching tongue moved up and down the moist warm slit. Stroking his head, she wriggled and shoved her pelvis forward, fantastically excited all over again.
"Come on, Mom, Lad's hot already," an excited Davey reported. "Look, his thing is all red and shiny."
Dottie got on her hands and knees on the rug, while the boys persuaded Lad to climb on. His forepaws scrabbled at her satiny naked back and she knew he had the idea. Tilting her ass as high as it could go, she waited in panting eagerness for the youngsters to help Lad. The warm furry body crept over her as the dog flicked his hindquarters and brought his slim rigid cock up against her pussy. The contact drove him wild and he whined and surged forward, until she felt the slick instrument actually penetrating her eager wet vulva.
"Ahhhh," she breathed, lowering her face onto her folded arms. It was completely different than anything she'd experienced before, as he drove hard against her. She clamped down with her inner muscles to keep him in place and then Lad got so excited, his whining was one continuous moan. Up and down, in and out, harder and harder he surged.
The two boys watched in awed fascination. The big dog had his forepaws on her shoulders now, and his body plastered flat along her back. If it weren't for the rags, those claws would be tearing her skin everywhere they touched! Usually so gentle, the collie obviously lost all restraint as he pounded away.
"Oh, golly, I can't stand it!" Dave got underneath his mother's arched hips and had a close up view of the hard, slim, shiny cock that battered at the walls of her cunt. Then he put his mouth to the swaying crotch and licked her clit as hard as he could. She reacted immediately, her body growing tense and then rippling into relaxation.
But the dog was-far from finished. Of course Dottie couldn't lock him into place the way a bitch would, but she did her best. At last the bucking stopped, Lad barked once, and then hung from her, panting. They had to help the exhausted animal down.
"How was it, Mom?"
"Fantastic!" She collapsed on the floor with Lad beside her, still nuzzling her crotch. His brown eyes rolled gratefully at his mistress. "We'll do it again," she promised, petting the huge animal, "and again and again!"
"The only thing wrong," Bill said wistfully, "is that there's two of us, three if you count Lad, and only one of you!"
Dottie was hurt although she knew what he meant. Of course the attention she was getting was never too much for her, but she could see that one or the other boy was left out from time to time.
"Phoenix tomorrow," was all she said. "Everybody get to bed on time, get a good night's sleep."
Phoenix-and George. She knew she'd have to see her husband some time, and he'd want to spend some weekends with Davey. Would he notice a change in her, or in the boy? She was in no position to tell and she shivered with fearful anticipation. What fun it would be, she thought, to fuck George and display her new knowledge. Wouldn't he just shit a brick if he knew what his "frigid" wife was up to!
CHAPTER EIGHT
"If you could only understand."
"I'm trying to," Dottie said demurely. "Tell me how it all started."
"I was lonesome and horny, and I lost my head. That's the truth, Dot, and that's all there was to it. It was stupid of me to bring her to the house." George held her hand and leaned toward her yearningly. "I want my family back," he said. "If you could only loosen up, realize that sex can be fun, we'd have a great life."
Dottie was grateful for the dim lighting, because she couldn't help the satisfied smile on her face. They sat on a deep plushy banquette in one of the nicer lounges in town, Dottie with a martini and George with his usual beer. The lights were low and the music soft, a perfect place for lovers or seduction. She knew exactly why he'd suggested meeting her, but she'd gone along with it for her own purposes.
There must be some way to maneuver George into the .scene she wanted, without giving herself away.
"You thought I was cold," she said, "and I guess I was. The truth is, I didn't know much about that part of marriage. Why don't they teach girls more of what they really need to know?"
"Yeah, I know what you mean. For years you're told to be good and pure, and then wham! You're married and supposed to be just the opposite." Dottie sipped the delicious cold liquid. He was heading for her trap-but would he take the bait? "If it's not too late for me to learn...."
"Of course not! Just give me a chance!"
"When I saw that girl-okay, that woman-go down on you, I was shocked down to my toes. But if I could see it again, I might learn what I need to know."
He looked startled. "There's nothing I'd rather do than show you," he said ardently. He couldn't imagine going the sixty-nine route with his wife, but he was more than willing to try. "Let's go home, honey, and I swear, if you don't like it, I'll never mention it again."
"Oh, no, George! That's not what I had in mind.
If I could watch you with some other woman, then I'd find out whether it got me excited or not." George couldn't believe his ears. "You've got to be kidding!"
"I've never been more serious in my life. Give that gal a call and see if she'll cooperate."
She didn't know why she was insisting on this perversity-maybe to embarrass George, maybe to feed her own growing voyeurism. But she had an unformed feeling that this would compromise her husband so much, that he wouldn't dare interfere with her own pleasures. Somehow, anyhow, she had to be free to continue with Davey and Bill. Bill particularly was a problem. George knew perfectly well she had no nephew, and she couldn't think of a story good enough to satisfy him.
"If she won't cooperate," Dottie added recklessly, "find a prostitute who will! I'm sure you know where to find one."
"I'd feel like a fool," George said, although the growing bulge in his pants made him out a liar. "You wouldn't really go for that, Dot! Wouldn't you be upset, jealous?"
She shrugged. "That's it, George. That or nothing."
He stared at her dumbfounded. This was the last thing he'd expected from his wife! Here he'd lost her through just such a scene, and now she wanted the identical happening before she'd let him come home to stay! "I don't think Lola would go for that." Had Dottie flipped right out from her summer alone? But the more he thought about it, the more exciting the idea was.
He ordered her another martini. "I'll go phone her and ask, but it's gonna take a while. To explain, I mean."
Dottie smiled. "I'm in no hurry."
She was finished with that drink and halfway into another before he returned. She watched him weave his way through the crowded room, trying to decide from the look on his face whether he'd been successful.
"Whew! Another beer, waiter." He turned to Dottie. "Do you really want to go through with this?"
"Certainly!"
"Okay there, Dottie looked around curiously. It was a nice place, nothing special. And Lola looked nervous enough to give her any revenge she sought. She looked at the other woman with appraising eyes. Long blonde hair, yes. Slim figure, just as she remembered it. But undeniably, this woman was at least her own age. Dottie frowned, wondering if she were being fooled.
"Are you really the woman I found in my bed that day?" she demanded.
"Yes, of course. I'm so sorry about it, Dottie. That's the only reason I'm doing this tonight, though it seems freaky to me. But I think I owe you something."
"Yes," Dottie agreed, sanctimoniously. "Fooling around with married men isn't very nice. What about your own husband?"
"He died two years ago. And let me tell you, after being married it's really tough to be alone. I get so horny sometimes that-what can I tell you? I did it, I'm not proud of it, but I can't undo what's happened."
George sat awkwardly on the edge of a chair. "Why don't we visit for a while and then go home, Dottie. This is just plain crazy."
"Yes, let me get you a drink." Lola had set out bottles and glasses and an ice bucket on the coffee table. Nervously she fixed highballs.
Dottie sipped hers with quiet enjoyment, knowing she had them both on the ropes. Ten to one, George couldn't even get an erection! But she wasn't going to let either of them off the hook. After a couple of drinks they'd be more relaxed, she decided. Her "automatic pilot" was in full control and she was determined, in her calm way, to see this thing through. Then we can all blackmail each other, she thought with sour pleasure.
"Go right ahead," she said, "don't mind me. Just pretend you're alone together."
"I can't!" George blurted out.
"Lola will help you, I'm sure." It was fun being in command of the situation! Maybe-just maybe-when they got down to it, she'd join in. Show George what a real woman she'd gotten to be! But in another sense, she knew she'd just watch. She wanted to find out-what? If she had any more to learn, for one thing. Sex with kids would be a different thing than with a grown man. "Come on, get at it!" She wished she had a camera, but taking pictures might scare them too much.
"You're sure? Because if you are "
"I'm sure, George."
They were all half drunk by this time and Dottie felt shivers of anticipation as George and Lola slowly removed their clothes. She had a pang of envy at the woman's slim, small-breasted body. How had she kept her shape so well?
George felt pure lust sweep over him as he looked at the beautifully proportioned naked body. Truth to tell, he never had gotten enough of this woman yet! After the shock of being caught, he felt he never wanted to see her again. But since he was forced into it, he'd have to try and enjoy it. And if Dottie changed her mind about watching, she'd just have to leave! He was so into the mood by now he knew he couldn't stop.
Lola, still wearing her panties, garter belt and nylons, stood defiantly in the middle of the floor. This was the craziest situation she'd ever been in in her life. She suspected Dottie had lost her marbles to set it up for them like that. But, just as much as George, she was in too far to back out.
George went to her and put his arms around her, pulling the pliant body close. She ground her pelvis into him, her arms tight around his neck, her face upturned for his kiss. They stood locked together for several moments until the heat in the pit of her belly was too strong to be endured. "Let's go into the bedroom," she whispered. Arm in arm they went, and Dottie trailed after. She found a comfortable slipper chair and sank into it.
Lola yanked the spread off the bed and sank into the softness of the sheets. "Hurry!" she urged him.
George sat beside her and worked a finger up under the elastic band of her panties. Finding his target, he grinned. "You're all wet down there," he said in mock outrage.
"Wet and hot!" The fingers in the nest of her pussy excited her and she drew in her breath sharply, let it out with an exaggerated sigh. Coyly she unhooked one stocking and drew it off. George unfastened the other and slid the wisp of nylon off her slender ankle. He pushed the panties down below her knees and, with a kick, sent them sailing across the room. The garter belt came next.
Dottie studied the other woman's body, looking for and finding the telltale marks of maturity. How could she have mistaken her for a young girl? But with the bedroom draperies closed, the light dim, she'd seen what she expected to see. There was no getting around the fact, though, that this woman had taken care of herself. Her breasts were small, set high, the nipples pale pink against the satiny white skin. Her ribcage was taut, without an extra ounce of fat. The slightly rounded belly dipped to a dimple of a navel, above the thick bush of curly hair. A natural blonde? It was hard to believe but there was the evidence.
Her features were rather plain, but her sweep of silvery gold hair more than made up for her face. Thick and lustrous, glinting under the soft bedside lamp, it drew all eyes like a magnet.
With her newfound experience, Dottie also studied her husband as if he were a stranger. At least she'd gone to bed with Frank, seen him naked, so she had some standard of comparison. George was shorter but better built, with less of a paunch than her lover. But his cock was half again as long, dangling there against his hairy triangle. In a way, all that hair repelled her. She hated to think of her sweet little boys growing up and having hairy crotches, they were so lovely and smooth-skinned now.
She noticed for the first time-after fourteen years of marriage!-that George's long thick cock had a slight bend to it, it didn't hang perfectly straight. How weird she'd never noticed that before! But then, she hadn't looked at him any more than she could help. What a fool she'd been, to waste all those good fucking years!
George needed no more urging, from either his wife or his girl friend. Climbing over her on the bed, he let his half-hard penis drop in front of the rosy mouth. Spreading Lola's legs wide, he studied her pussy as if he were memorizing it for a test, as if he needed to be able to identify it again later. His finger trailed along one edge of the gaping moist lips, flicked against her clit, returned to edge deeper into the steaming cavern.
"Ooooo!" Lola wriggled in ecstasy and took his swelling cock between her slim fingers. With her other hand, she cupped his balls and squeezed gently. Her wet pink tongue shot out, tasting, licking, sucking with just the lightest pressure. His cock grew harder and longer, bobbing out of her fingers for a moment as it filled with pulsing blood.
Dottie watched every move in growing excitement, to the point where she forgot to keep checking Lola's technique. But she knew every instant of this night would stay in her memory forever, to be brought out and replayed on the screen of her mind whenever she wished.
In spite of his original doubts, George delighted in the knowledge that his wife was watching. It was partly a feeling of revenge, as if to pay her back for all the nights she'd left him aching and unfulfilled. Now she could see for herself what a real woman was like! But aside from that, the sheer perversity of the scene made him twice as hot as normal. He felt like a king with slave girls at his command! One watching, panting and open-mouthed, and one obligingly sucking his cock with the most delicious of skilled mouth and teeth and tongue.
Suddenly he buried his face in the warm wet cleft between her legs, his tongue shooting out to gather up her juices and savor the musky scent and taste. He nibbled at her clit with his lips and tongue, feeling the tiny hard bud raise itself just as his cock did on a larger scale. His tongue shoved stiffly against the rosy moist membranes, rapidly moving in and out. His hand cupped her asscheeks, lifting them up to give him greater access to her hidden places. Biting gently, sucking and licking, he moved up and down from the puckered asshole to the pulsating clit.
"Oh, George," she panted, "you're the best pussy man I ever knew!" Her drawn face and thrashing head betrayed her ecstasy as she worked harder than ever on his thick cudgel, taking almost the entire length of it in her mouth and throat.
Dottie was enthralled. She didn't worry for one second about the fact that this was her husband going down on that frantic body. In her imagination, she was Lola and feeling all the heart-stopping sensations that Lola felt. Her cunt burned and itched almost unbearably, but it felt good at the same time. If only George would get on with it! She couldn't see much with his face hiding the woman's pussy. Of course, she had a splendid view of the thick white prick sliding in and out of Lola's gasping mouth. But she wanted more, wanted to see them fuck!
As if he'd read her mind, George paused. "Turn around this way honey," he said. He pulled Lola over on her stomach and shoved her face down into the pillows. He wanted to enter her pussy dog-fashion from behind, just to prove to his wife that other women were willing to experiment.
For one frightening moment, Dottie thought he intended to stick that big cock in the woman's asshole. Her heart beat rapidly while she considered trying it herself, the first time she and George were alone. It wouldn't be anything like having Bill's immature penis in her bunghole, not a bit! But then she saw he was aiming for the cunt, right up through those dripping juices and fluttering pink labia. The cock went in slowly, inch by inch, while Lola wriggled back toward him to take more and more. Dottie shifted in her chair to get a better view. Her half-finished drink sat on a table beside her, and she sipped at it hurriedly to ease the dryness in her throat.
With a small smacking noise, George hit bottom. He was joined to Lola as if by glue, as if they were two parts of one body. Drawing back so his burgeoning cock almost-but not quite-slipped out of its hole, he grunted and shoved it in again with force.
Lola braced herself, almost bumping the headboard with her forehead. The cock was filling her so completely, she felt as if it'd push its way out her mouth! Bucking frantically back at him she let our little mewling cries that sounded like a lost kitten.
"Do it, do it hard!" Dottie muttered as if it were she who was bowed over the bed like that, as if her own big cunt was taking the thrilling, ecstatic pounding. Small tingles of electricity shot through her and she clenched her hands tightly together. Why on earth had she waited so long to find out about the good things, the best things in life? She knew now that she had to take George back so he could do all those fantastic things on her own willing body.
When Lola and George began to cum, both at the same time, Dottie stood up like an automaton and stripped the lower part of her body. Never mind the blouse and sweater and bra, just concentrate on what was important! George lay almost snoring at the foot of the bed, his chest heaving in and out as he tried to catch his breath. Dottie climbed up beside him, waiting impatiently until he was calm, until he saw her. He blinked his surprise at his wife, naked from the waist down, but he caught on in a hurry.
"What do you want me to do?" He still couldn't quite believe that this frigid woman had changed.
"Suck me," she commanded. "Get me off, George, please!"
He pulled her to him and began again those sweet movements with the lips and tongue, astonished but happy to cooperate. Dottie wiggled like a giant eel, forcing her wet wanting cunt down on his nose and chin. Her whole body tensed as she strained for release. If she climaxed for George, it would be the first time ever! And she was about to, she knew all the signs and signals at last. In less than a minute her excitement boiled over and she fell back, gasping in her turn.
Lola and George exchanged glances. "Unbelievable!" he said.
"She seems to have learned a lot," she answered dryly.
George drove his wife home slowly, trying to come to grips with the new situation. There'd been very little conversation after Dottie's cum, merely polite good nights and thank yous. Dottie hadn't asked him to move back, nor had she said the opposite. Remembering Lola's remark, he realized that his wife must have had a lover, someone who broke down her inhibitions and taught her something about the arts of love. It wasn't like Dottie but then, none of this made sense. Still in a glow of good feeling, he patted her knee. So what if she'd had a lover? The fellow, whoever he might be, had accomplished in two months what he had failed to do in fourteen years, and he couldn't help feeling a bit jealous about that. But on the other hand, if George himself were to get the benefits of it, he couldn't exactly complain.
"Okay if I talk to Davey for a moment?"
Dottie answered quickly. "Why not make it tomorrow? They probably have been in bed for hours."
"They?"
"He has a friend visiting," she said airily. She began to realize that her plot really had come to nothing. George would never equate his fling with Lola, and his wife's deliberately seducing her own son. To say nothing of Bill, who didn't even belong in the family.
"Come to dinner tomorrow night," she said. "Then you and Davey can have the whole evening together."
It didn't sound to George as if the marriage were , to be restored, but he was almost too tired to care. They'd talk it over the next evening, he thought comfortably. Dottie was so changed, he was sure everything would work out all right.
CHAPTER NINE
Dottie lay on the bedroom floor, bare ass naked, her knees cocked high and wide. She could hardly keep from giggling and the boys, too, were laughing. Bill wore a pajama top because he claimed the air conditioning was too cold, but that was the only piece of clothing between the three of them.
"Let me do it," Davey said.
Bill handed him the chunk of braunschweiger, about an inch square cube. He knelt between his mother's legs, and opened the outer lips of her vulva. Taking a good long look first at her exposed cunt, he carefully placed the meat inside and let the resilient flesh close on it.
Outside the door, the collie snuffled and scratched, trying to get in and join the fun.
Dottie laughed harder. "The ideas you boys come up with," she said. But she liked it all the same, and they knew it. "Okay, it's in me, go get Lad."
The handsome collie rushed in, plumed tail streaming behind, his black tongue lolling out of the sharp-toothed pink mouth. He raced around the room, barking excitedly for a few minutes before he seemed to notice his mistress lying on the floor, waiting for him.
Then he stopped, sniffing the air, looking for the liver sausage with its pungent fragrance. The boys sat on either side of Dottie, watching expectantly while the dog homed in on the scent. He crouched down between her legs, poking her hairy vee with his long aristocratic nose.
"He smells it!"
"Ooohhh, you tickle, Lad," Dottie said.
The dog's tongue went straight for its goal. Lapping at her enthusiastically, he managed to part the ragged pink outer lips and get a taste of the meat on his tongue. Dottie felt goose bumps spring out on her arms. It was just too exciting, she couldn't stand it! She pulled her cuntlips apart with her hands and Lad worked harder, slurping up every delicious morsel. Dottie lay very still, exposing her inner lips to his mouth and tongue, hoping he'd keep it up even when the meat was gone-and he did.
"Jeee-zus! That dog's tongue is something else!"
A series of small vibrations ran over her, and finally she sat up, temporarily sated.
"How about a cup of cocoa before bed, kids?"
Putting on her robe, she headed for the kitchen.
She had almost too much to think about and no easy solutions to her problems. Naturally she hadn't told the boys how she'd spent the evening.
But die decided she'd better share a bit of the worry with them so they'd know exactly what the score was.
Sitting around the table with steaming cups, the boys listened to her seriously.
"All the fun we've had this summer," she said, "I mean the sex games. ... You know, Dave, your Dad would kill me if he found out about it. We've got to decide...." It was heavy going, finding the right words to present the problem, without admitting that she'd done wrong. "Look, kids, this is the way it is. Your Dad wants to come back to me, Dave. I want him back, I really do. Boys should have a father. I can explain Bill to him all right, he'll help us get it straightened out legally." She paused, and then went on. "But if we come back together as a family, all the sex play has got to go. We have to cut-it-right-out!"
Davey didn't want to quit but he knew in his heart that she was right. Bill on the other hand had practically no moral sense or training at all. Bright as he was basically, he'd never learned the rules and regulations of society.
"Maybe if we explained to Dave's dad, and he knew how much fun we're having? We're not hurting anyone, are we?" Bill didn't want to lose the closeness, both physical and emotional, his first experience of love.
The collie wandered into the kitchen and scooted under the table so he could put his nose in Dottie's crotch. "Not now, Lad," she said, pushing him away. And there was another problem she hadn't even thought about. How do you un-train a dog? But even George would be suspicious of the collie's actions.
"I don't wanna," Davey said, "but I guess we have to. I'd like my Dad back too."
Bill had tears in his eyes. "When do we have to start? I mean, can't we play with you any more, ever? From now on?"
The time to stop was right then and Dottie knew it, but she weakly said, "Well, maybe not right away." She hoped having an active sex life with her husband would compensate for her loss, but she wasn't at all sure of it. There was something irresistible to her in the young male bodies she'd been enjoying. It was a difficult decision. "Tell you what, boys, let's go back to the mountains for one last fling over Labor Day. We'll cram all the fun into a week that we can, and then we'll come back home and start new lives."
It was better than nothing, the boys agreed.
George wasn't too pleased when he heard about it at dinner the next night. He'd dreamed that his family was home again and woke to the happy knowledge that it was true. But, afraid to push Dottie too far, he went along with it. And the presence of the strange boy, "a friend of Davey's," kept him from arguing.
They decided to wait and tell George later about Bill's ambiguous status in the family. It would have to be put to him in the right way, or he'd be all for returning the boy to his orphanage.
George went back to his bachelor apartment determined to stick it out, but not alone. After the events of the other night, he felt perfectly justified in taking Lola out to dinner, and anything that happened afterward would be Dottie's own doing. When he went to pick her up, she had an interesting piece of news.
"Remember that guy you introduced me to, the one who knows Dottie?"
"Yeah, Frank something or other."
"He stopped over this afternoon-I don't even know how he found the address, but I suppose from the phone book."
"What was on his mind?"
"I'm not sure," Lola said thoughtfully. "We had a couple of drinks and talked and-I don't know. He kept hinting something but I couldn't figure out what it was. Some odd story about a boy named Bill, Dottie's nephew."
"He must have gotten mixed up. The kid's just a friend of Davey's."
Lola let it go. It wasn't any of her business in the first place, and there was something about Frank she didn't like, didn't trust. The whole situation-Dottie on her voyeur trip, the way the woman had evidently changed-made her uneasy. There was something weird going on and she didn't want any part of it. George was okay but his family were definitely strange.
George brought it up again when they were lying relaxed in bed, in the euphoric state that comes in the aftermath of successful lovemaking. "Tell me what Frank said again, Lola."
"He was rather mysterious and I'm not really sure. What I got out of it was that Dottie introduced the kid as her nephew-"
"She hasn't got a nephew."
"Yes, that's just it. He swore he'd seen the boy in the neighborhood a good three weeks before he supposedly 'arrived' for a vacation."
George yawned. "It doesn't make sense. Is that all there is to it?" His mind was more on Lola herself and he wondered if he'd been a fool to continue with his marriage. Lola would make a good wife, the kind of woman he could really relax with and enjoy. And Dottie seemed to be getting more peculiar all the time.
"...might as well tell you, I guess. He hinted that there's some kind of hanky panky going on in the cabin. Maybe he meant she had a lover? But that wasn't quite it. More like something to do with Dave and the other boy."
George rolled over and bit her ear. "He's some kind of nut, I guess. It doesn't add up."
Lola was tired of the subject too. She put her hand between his legs and crooned, "Poor little man, he's all shriveled up. Does him want Lola to make him hard and strong again?"
"Him sure do," George said. They adjusted their bodies comfortably so he could excite her clit, while she cradled his limp cock in her hands and stroked it into life. Marriage with Lola could be so easy and pleasant, he thought regretfully. She didn't have any hang-ups like Dottie's, she simply took life as it came and enjoyed it.
A few minutes later he mounted her, his stiff thick cudgel sliding in easily and smoothly, and they fucked for the third time that evening. But tired as he was, George slept badly. Something in the back of his mind was signaling for attention, some thought he couldn't drag out where he could look at it. He knew it had to do with his wife and son, but what it was he couldn't imagine.
The feeling stayed with him for the next few days, even though he told himself not to be silly.
He took Lola to lunch, enjoying her company even more now that he realized he'd soon lose her pleasant companionship and marvelous talents in bed.
As they sat over coffee, George made a sudden decision. "It's almost Labor Day," he said. "How would you like a weekend in the mountains?"
"I don't have any real plans."
"We'll surprise Dottie and Dave. She certainly can't object to your being there, after she practically forced us into bed together."
"I'm not so sure about that." In spite of her doubts, she knew she'd go. George had come to mean something to her too, and she seriously doubted that his marriage would last. Even if she hadn't told George, she had a rather clear idea of what Frank had been hinting. It was impossible, of course, things like that just didn't happen. It was much more likely that some man was spending his nights in the cabin, and Dottie wanted to enjoy her last bit of freedom with her lover.
"We'll leave early tomorrow morning," he said. "Can you be ready about six?"
"Of course."
George was a good driver, good enough that most of the time, he had a hand free for Lola. "Stop it, George," she laughed. "All the truck drivers and bus passengers can look right into the car."
"What trucks? What buses?"
It was true, there was very little traffic at that hour, even on a holiday weekend. So she moved closer to him, liking his attentions in spite of herself. Shoving up her skirt, he slipped his hand inside her panties. Wriggling and squirming, and still not moving away, she felt his fingers rub her clit and then jam straight up inside her already damp pussy. Leaning over, she kissed him on the neck. Her hand went to his crotch and felt the sizable bulge there. She squeezed it through the material of his trousers and shorts and felt it grow larger.
"Damn it, I can't stand this," George said.
"Look for a place to pull off."
They found a side road and a clump of cottonwoods that more or less screened them from the highway. George killed the motor and turned to her. "Get those pants off," he said huskily, pulling at his own zipper.
"The back seat." She climbed over and lay on her back.
George thought he'd never been so hot as with this pretty, tantalizing woman. Crouching over her, he raised her ass with one hand and shoved his throbbing hard cock into her moist cunt. They rocked back and forth in immediate rhythm and he felt his penis growing even larger from the close exciting contact. He wanted to do something wild, something different, but he didn't know what. Could he possibly be falling in love with Lola-after all this time? He pushed a finger against her asshole and it penetrated half an inch.
"Oh, George, don't," she said fearfully.
"I won't hurt you." he promised.
And after a second's adjustment, she found new thrills running through her body, centering on the richly sensitive anus. "Wowwww," she breathed. "How come you never did that before?"
He worked the finger in a little farther and the electric tingle shot through her. "I've ... never ... cum so fast ... before," she panted, vibrating inside and out and clinging to his waist. "This ... is ... fantastic."
He slowed momentarily during her cum, then speeded up again to a crisp tempo, his body smacking damply on hers as the sweat began to stand out on his skin. He leaned farther forward, to let the base of his cock rub against her clit. "I want you to cum again-and again!"
And she did, in a sort of multiple orgasm that rocked her from head to toe, arched her back, stiffened her arms and legs for a moment until she fell back loosely. George smiled down at her, delighted with himself for exciting her. Then his own cum swept over him.
"Aaarrgghhhh!" He rubbed his face hard on hers. "Damn it, woman, I think I love you." Happiness flooded over her at his words. She'd been afraid to admit, even to herself, her real feelings for him. "I love you too," she said softly, tears brimming in her eyes.. "I love you too," she said softly, tears brimming in her eyes. "I love you so very much."
Back on the highway they rode for a while without talking. She snuggled close and kept one hand on his thigh, feeling happy and scared and thrilled all at the same time. "Did you mean it, George?" she finally asked him.
"I meant it all right. But what we're going to do about it, I can't say at the moment."
They drove straight through, not bothering to stop efccept for gas. Lola fed him out of the picnic basket she'd brought along, and munched on a sandwich herself. She was much too happy to be hungry. The sky stretched blue and cloudless over them, it was one of those fortunate days that come even in the rainy season. Lola felt as if the whole world had changed and herself with it. At the same time, she began to be apprehensive as they neared their goal. What did George have in mind? It would be different now, seeing Dottie. She felt guilty in spite of herself.
"There's the cutoff," George said and swung the car onto a two-lane graveled road. Even that didn't last long and they were soon bouncing on rutted red clay, climbing constantly on the curving road.
"Another ten minutes," George said, and she got out her mirror and combed her hair.
"Don't worry," he added. "We'll straighten it all out somehow. Dottie doesn't seem any too anxious to come back to me in the first place."
They passed the Lodge and a scattering of other houses and cabins, and then they were driving over the rattling cattle guard into the yard. He turned, off the ignition and stared.
"Half the shutters closed," he said thoughtfully.
"Maybe nobody's here."
He carried the picnic basket and her suitcase to the porch. They didn't make any special effort to keep quiet, but neither did they talk. George shoved his key in the lock and turned it, stepping aside for her to enter. She moved through the tiny vestibule and into the living room archway, and stopped dead.
"What's the matter?"
Wordlessly, she stepped aside so he could see. Lola wasn't sure herself what she was looking at. The light was dim, and motes of dust swam in the few rays of sunlight that penetrated the room. She saw the same look of shock on George's face that must be mirrored on her own, as she took in all the lascivious details.
Dottie lay on the floor sound asleep, her head pillowed on the collie's back. She was naked except for her blue-striped apron that Bill liked so much, and it looked somehow obscene against her big sagging nude body. The collie fluttered his tail at them but he didn't move.
The boy Bill lay at Dottie's side, and it was obvious that he'd fallen asleep with her tit in his mouth. The relaxed lips still held it loosely, and one arm was sprawled across her chest, his hand on her other tit. He was naked too, of course, his slim body cuddled up close to his foster-mother.
Davey lay between his mother's outstretched legs, his head pillowed on her protuberant pubic mound, a few hairs still clinging to his damp lips.
What seemed totally incongruous to the silent watchers, was the fact that the boys were both wearing Indian feathered head-dresses, and their faces were crudely painted with lipstick and mascara.
As George stared stupefied, he noticed other details. His wife's tits were rouged or colored somehow. Her inner thighs, where Davey rested so peacefully, were stained as was her pussy hair, obviously with semen or her own sex juices. Red smudges here and there on her body evidently came from the boy's made-up faces and added to the startling aspect of the scene.
"My God," George whispered. "I don't believe it."
Lola had her eyes fixed on the boy who was evidently her lover's son. What a handsome husky boy! She licked her lips nervously. Maybe he was just a kid, but he certainly had a big capable-looking dong on him! Something stirred in the pit of her belly as she surveyed his blond hair, his wide tanned shoulders tapering to a small waist and ass, and his strong young legs. His skin was so smooth, she thought, it must feel like velvet. She wanted desperately to walk over there and put her hand on his arm, but one look at George's face stopped her.
Dottie's eyes blinked and opened, suddenly wide and startled as if someone were dangling a rattlesnake in front of her face. "Oh, my God," she said in a flat tone.
George turned on his heel and headed for the kitchen. "I'm going to get drunk," he said to nobody in particular.
"Me too," Lola said, following him.
CHAPTER TEN
To Dottie, it was like the end of the world-her world. It had never occurred to her that George would visit the cabin and it seemed like a dirty trick fate was playing on her. And she and the boys were having such a fine time up till then!
Bill had come across a box of Dave's discarded toys, and fallen on the Indian feathered headbands with glee. Davey of course had outgrown the need to play cowboys and Indians, but the younger boy had missed a good part of his childhood in the orphanage. "Please, Dave," he begged and to amuse his friend, Dave too made his face up with his mother's cosmetics and went whooping through the woods.
They came back for lunch iii high spirits. Dottie thought she was the luckiest woman in the world to have such attractive sons, and she couldn't possibly be doing them any harm since they were obviously so happy.
After lunch she coaxed them. "Stay in with Mother for a while!"
"It's such a nice day outside," Bill said wistfully. But Dave was loyal. "We can't leave Mom alone all the time, Bill."
Dottie guessed she must be a nymphomaniac because she never could get too much sex. Anyhow this was the last time she and the boys would be alone together, and she wanted to make the most of it. She was disappointed that Bill was reluctant, but she hid her hurt; and soon, Bill was as thoroughly involved in the sex games as she and Davey.
"Wouldn't you like a blow-job?" she asked pleadingly.
"Sure, Mom."
She even put on his favorite blue-striped apron after she undressed, and her tits tightened against the fabric as she felt that familiar stirring in the pit of her belly. When she knelt and took Bill's soft little button in her hands, it was with a sense of dedication. I'd do anything for my boys, anything at all! She curled her tongue around his small cock and felt her mouth fill with saliva as the fierce urge swept through her.
Bill forgot about playing outdoors as soon as his prick began to swell. He lay on the rug, thinking how great it was to have a mother and a brother. A real family, just like other kids! He was afraid of the unknown future that stretched ahead after his holiday weekend, but he knew Mom and Dave would help him as best they could. If only his new Dad would accept him too!
When Dottie felt the precious cock grow rigid in her mouth, she also felt a different but equally nice sensation. Davey was behind her, pushing her legs apart, his hands exploring her muff and finding it damp and ready. Seconds later his hard little cock poked against the ragged pink flanges of her cunt, and slid in as easily as a knife cutting hot butter. What a man he was growing up to be! He liked to take charge, to express his manhood with his mother, to be the leader and not the led.
"Mom, wait!"
His cock slid out of her and she felt deprived, but from the eager note in his voice, she knew he'd come up with a new game.
"Is Bill hard? ... Good. Listen, Mom, what if we both try to fuck you at the same time? Could we both get our dicks in you?"
Dottie saw the possibilities instantly, and she loved it. Both her youngsters with their cocks in her at the same time! She let go of what Bill called his whanger, letting it slide over her rosy lips with regret, but intrigued with the new idea. "Yes," she said happily, "let's try it. Okay, Bill?"
The bright-eyed little boy was all for it. "Come on, Mom, lie down and let me put a pillow under your ass."
Half leaning with her back against the sofa, her pelvis tilted and her legs spread wide, Dottie felt like a queen.
Davey picked up one of her legs and slung it over his shoulder, and Bill followed suit. The grinning boys tickled her belly until she was weak with laughter. And then Bill grew impatient and, separating her pussy lips with his fingers, inched his small but perfect cock into it.
"Ummmmm, I like that," she said contentedly. It was Dave's turn. Moving in as close to her as he could, he laid his cock at the warm wet opening. His face suddenly serious, teeth clenching his lower lip, he slowly shoved forward. Dottie held her breath, unable to believe it was really working. Her steaming cunt was full of little-boy cock, so full she thought she'd split! The elastic walls were stretched to their fullest capacity, and only her profuse glandular fluids made it possible!
"Aaarrgghh!" she groaned, the heat inside her overcoming the discomfort.
She put a hand on each sturdy waist, and slowly her hips moved into a rocking rhythm. The two boys pounded in unison, their young bodies rocking back on their heels and forward, their feathered heads nodding together, back and again plunging hard against her. Oh, this was the most ecstatic feeling she'd ever known! Tears filled her eyes as the sweet sensations flooded her body, and the warm hard flesh drove her into a mind-spinning state, drunk on pure physical thrills.
Davey moved from side to side, and Bill quickly picked up the new rhythm. "Fabulous, Mom!"
"Yeahhhhh!" Their firm rubbery organs pushed against her inner walls, seemingly finding a new and more sensitive spot with every drive. She let go of their bodies and clutched her head as if to hold it in place. This was the ultimate, she thought dimly. This was the one final sensation she'd needed to round off the summer! In the months ahead, when her body craved a different release than even George could give her, she'd remember this moment and recreate it in her mind, feast on it endlessly.
Something nudged her and she saw Lad standing there, wanting to be part of the fun. But there was no room for him this time! As if he realized it in his animal brain, he began to lap at her sweaty breasts. Fire already burned inside her and now her tits too were blazing with rich excitement. The old familiar gathering up began in her loins.
"Oh, make me cum," she pleaded hoarsely. "Cum with me, boys, shoot it off inside me!" She didn't really know what she was saying but it didn't matter, she muttered and mewled and gave herself up completely to the brightness that threatened any minute to explode inside her.
"I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING!" Bill shouted into her face, his voice cracking and almost out of control.
Davey tried to say he was too, but he couldn't force the words out of his parched mouth.
And the instant that the twin streams jetted hotly into her raging cunt, Dottie felt the explosion inside her own body. "Yes, yes, yes, yessssss!" she panted, clutching at the collie's mane for support.
The boys fell forward on her big chest and she held them in her arms, their sweat-slick bodies warm and comforting on her trembling body.
Nothing she'd ever heard about motherhood had prepared her for this, she thought. To really know your own children, totally appreciate them, called for this closeness and nothing could replace it.
When her heart slowed its rapid beating, she moved a few feet away and relaxed comfortably, her head pillowed on Lad's wide back. The boys crawled to her, Bill to suck on his favorite pacifier, Davey to sprawl loosely between her legs. Dottie didn't even know that the boys' "war paint" had rubbed off on her pendulous tits and other places on her body.
It was a rude awakening she had, seeing George and the unbelieving yet horrified look on his face.
She heard him stumble into the kitchen and her heart was filled with pity for him. If he only had the right spirit, could look at things in the right way, this wouldn't be so terrible for him. He could accept her bizarre behavior, scolding perhaps but not demoralized. Or he could join her in self-deception and pretend that none of it was true. Knowing George, she was sure he wouldn't do either one.
How many times had she said to herself, "George will kill me if he finds out!" But what would he really do? She wasn't sure if he were capable of violence or not.
Fortunately there were several bottles of liquor left over from the chili party. She heard him open the cupboard, clinking the bottles against each other with shaking hands. Then a deep groan as he scraped a chair up to the table.
"Don't go through the kitchen," she warned the boys. "Run and get cleaned up and dressed."
Tidying herself in the bedroom, she tried to be philosophical about it. Maybe Lola could get him calmed down. And after all, what could George do? She'd already filed for divorce, and he surely wouldn't want anybody else to know about this. Maybe he'd have a few drinks and drive away, taking his mistress with him.
When she finally tiptoed back to the living room, there he was in his favorite chair with a bottle in his hand. "Gonna get drunk," he mumbled.
Get drunk? He'd already poured down almost a fifth of bourbon.
Lola was tipsy too, but not as bad as George. As Dottie realized later, the other woman had just gotten enough booze in her to lower her inhibitions.
"Siddown and talk to me," Lola said. "I wanna know ... how long thish hash been going on."
Dottie was longing to talk, to put everything in the proper perspective in her own mind, and she told the truth. The skinny-dip party, seeing her son naked for the first time in several years, Davey finding her with Lad, the whole story about Bill. She felt a lot better when she'd poured it all out.
"What's he going to do?" she asked apprehensively.
Lola shrugged, and made an effort to clarify her speech. "I dunno. Jus' kep' saying, he couldn't believe it. Couldn't believe it. Then came in here an' passed out." And then she gave herself away. Leaning forward, one hand clutching Dottie's arm so hard the enameled nails bit into the flesh, she said, "Tell me truth, Dottie. How is it?"
With a womanly wise smile, Dottie leaned back. "It's the best sex I've ever had, Lola. Little boys are so-Oh, I don't know. They're just so sweet." Like conspirators they looked at each other, the same lustful smile on either face. "What do they do, really?" She sounded completely sober. "Can they actually get hard-ons and, you know, fuck?" Dottie said complacently, "Can they ever! Would you believe, half an hour ago they both fucked me at the same time? Both beautiful little cocks in my pussy, at once! They'll do anything, those sweet boys."
"But don't you worry about, uh, corrupting them?"
Dottie had an answer for that, too. "It's better for kids to learn about sex at home, and get the straight facts. Would you want your son going to some prostitute, probably diseased?"
"But it's incest!"
"Yeah."
Lola had only one more question. "What'll we do with him?" She looked at George, as if he were an object to be disposed of rather than the man that, an hour ago, she'd wanted to marry.
"I was just thinking," Dottie said cautiously, "that the boys and I should pack up and go home to Phoenix. Now if you'd like to ride with us...."
Settled in the back seat of Dottie's car a short time later, she remembered the ride up with George, and a little smile played over her face. She'd still have George from time to time, she decided, but this absolutely and deliciously depraved sex had to be sampled first. And since it was a long and boring ride for the youngster, the sampling came soon.
Bill snuggled against her and patted her breast. "I bet you have pretty tits," he said, and Lola's heart beat faster. Without answering, she unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her full yet small bra, its lime green nylon a sharp contrast to her satiny white skin.
"I'll unhook it for you," the boy offered. He pulled the blouse down her arms and reached behind her, fumbling with the hooks. "Mmmmmm they sure are pretty," he said as the bra fell loosely around her waist. "Can I touch them?"
Lola kissed him on the forehead and said, "Go ahead, and you can kiss and suck them too."
Dottie and Davey smiled proudly at each other, hearing the conversation from the front seat which they shared with Lad. After all, hadn't they personally taught Bill all the interesting things he was beginning to do to Lola!
Lola had never felt so daring and sexually turned-on in her life. The little boy held her round white breast in his hands and kissed it lovingly. His mouth was so soft, his skin as smooth as a baby's. And then when his tongue darted out and hotly licked the trembling globe, she was electrified. Her rosy tits came erect like the stiffened petals of a flower. She had never dreamed that a child could be so gentle and yet so exciting! His grubby hands and boyish face next to her own mature body was the ultimate in perverse pleasure, a mental thrill as well as a physical one.
Making love with a child had never entered her mind until Frank dropped his gossipy innuendos, but since then she couldn't get it off her mind. And seeing the two boys clinging to Dottie's gross body had pulled the trigger, started her on a course of action that only last week would have been unthinkable. Her slim body quivered with each hot yet delicate kiss, and she knew she would go as far with the boy as he was willing.
"Oh, I shouldn't do this," she gasped, "but isn't it wonderful? Simply wonderful!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Oh! Oh! OOOHHH!" Lola panted happily, rotating her hips and pressing down on Bill's small face and wet pointed tongue. "Oh, you little boys are marrrvelouss!"
She half lay on the couch with one foot to the floor for balance, the open vee of her crotch undulating, her cunt fiery hot. An ecstatic expression was fixed on her face and her hands clutched the youngster's mop of dark hair. "Suck me harder, Bill, give it to me good!"
Davey slumped in. a chair across the room, temporarily sated from the blow-job his mother had just given him. He watched her and Lad with interest, wondering how it felt to be a woman and have sex with a collie.
This new world of the senses had been a great revelation to the thirteen-year-old. He could still recall the shock he'd felt at seeing his mother slumped in a chair, while the big collie eagerly lapped her love juices. He'd heard jokes about guys fooling around with sheep and cows, but it seemed so unlikely that he thought the other guys were putting him on. Instead, he supposed it was all true. Would a collie prefer to fuck another dog, or a human being? Certainly Lad showed great enthusiasm for what he was doing. He's really hot after Mon's ass, he thought admiringly. That slick peter banged away a lot longer than Dave himself could do it-or at least it seemed longer! He wondered too what his mother thought about when the dog was doing it to her. Was it different than a boy or a man?
As a matter-of-fact, his mother was way past thinking anything, too lost in pure physical sensation to formulate an idea of any kind. The collie's weight on her back, the warmth of his thick cock, the slender paws on her shoulders and-most of all-the thick hard pencil of his cock beating in and out kept her totally absorbed in action and feeling. Her delicate inner tissues were assaulted again and again, in the most thrilling way. Her thick secretions coated the dog's prick with constant slippery moisture, and still dripped out onto her thighs and legs. It seemed to her that she had more magnificent orgasms daily and was more fulfilled than was humanly possible.
"Ohhhh, Lad," she groaned. "Cum, Lad, cum!!" Her own climax was devastatingly near and her body ready to drop from exhaustion, and still the animal slammed against her time and time again.
Lola was still new at the game and even through her absorbing pleasure little tendrils of guilt and fear crept through her mind. Would George suspect, and if so, what would he do? If she only had Dottie's ability to live in the moment, and to rationalize all problems away, then she'd really be in heaven! As it was she jumped at every sound, afraid that George might have wakened and followed them. The front door was closed with a bolt but what if he came through the rear of the house?
She knew she was a fool to chance losing George-at the very time when he'd be most susceptible. And yet she could no more have stopped herself than she could quit breathing. Of course she'd had a more active sex life than Dottie by all accounts, which made living alone very difficult. But that was just an excuse, a Dottie-type excuse.
Face it, Lola, you're depraved! And obscene, and lascivious, and disgusting and, and stupid! And the worst part was she loved every minute of it!
"Lookit my whanger," Bill said proudly. "Are you gonna suck me off like Mom did Davey?"
"You betcha!" As if in a dream, she slid down next to the naked little boy and took hold of his childish but erect prick. Pulling back the foreskin with gentle fingers, she was amazed at its young perfection. He hadn't much jism yet, Dottie had confided, but he could cum anyhow. Who wouldn't want to adopt a little boy like this, so loving and adorable! She was surprised to see he had miniature balls, too, because she had a vague idea they didn't appear till later. Someday she'd have to get Dottie to explain it all to her. Meantime, that luscious little bone definitely needed to go in her mouth.
"Next time I'll fuck you in the bunghole," Bill said confidently, while her tongue lapped the blood-gorged instrument. "I do that real good."
He was such an innocent boy, in his own way. Dottie had better explain a few things to him before school opened, or they'd all be in trouble. She could picture him telling the class all about sex during "sharing time!" Sucking on his hard prick like a child with an all-day sucker, she rolled her eyes across the room to see what the others were doing. Oh, that Dottie! There she came with a big bowl of popcorn and a tray of glasses. Milk! The utter incongruity of it struck her forcibly. Was she out of her mind to be here?
But then Bill began to fuck harder into her mouth and she knew he was about to cum.
"Aaayyy!" He gave his odd, shrill cry and collapsed backward, but not before she sucked and swallowed every acrid drop into her wildly consuming gullet.
"Popcorn?" Dottie extended the bowl. "It's freshly popped. Maybe you'd rather have coffee or a drink?"
"No, milk's fine. God, am I thirsty!" She drained the glass, wondering how long it had been since she tasted milk.
"Listen, Dottie," she said for the dozenth time, "What will we do if George shows up?"
"I've been thinking about that," Dottie said placidly.
"And?"
"I'm sure he's too drunk to drive. George always said people shouldn't drive and drink."
Really, the woman was incredible! But somehow, her calmness was contagious and Lola relaxed again, and took a greedy handful of popcorn. She'd take on Davey next, she decided, if the boy wasn't too tired. She looked at him appraisingly, noticing his blue-eyed good looks as well as the length of his almost man-size penis. Or maybe, the collie? So far she'd not even let the dog lick her cunt, but if she were going to be depraved, she might as well go all the way. That tongue of his, it must be almost as powerful as a man's cock!
Lad, with his uncanny ability to empathize with humans, walked over and dropped to the carpet beside her. Almost without thinking, she opened her legs for the dog. Davey giggled and said, "Wait a minute, Lola, I'll show you Lad's favorite trick." He shouldered the dog aside and took an especially plump warm piece of popcorn. His sturdy hands opened her legs wider, and then his thumbs were on her sensitive slit, opening the still damp outer lips and inserting the popcorn.
"There, Lad, go get it!"
How strange it felt, to have the boy touch her so casually and yet so excitingly! Lad whined deep in his throat and nosed at her crotch, his nose cold and wet. Then that enormous tongue shot out, wiping its wet roughish way the length of her pussy.
The salty kernel popped out and went into the dog's mouth, down his throat, but that didn't even slow down his intensive tongue massage. Fascinated, Lola watched the pink mouth and the sharp white teeth, knowing one crunch of the mighty jaws would rip through her flesh like a knife. But the gentle beast had no such hostile intentions. He seemed to like the taste of her soiled cunt as much as he had the popcorn! "Aaahhh!" she whimpered, shivering a little in her excitement. "That's a goooood boy, Laddie!" Moments later her body moved in an involuntary spasm, an orgasm that startled and surprised her.
Dottie felt a bit jealous, but on the whole, satisfied with Lola's company. Wouldn't George just shit a brick if he knew? It seemed to her the most amazing coincidence, that the woman who'd destroyed her marriage should be sitting here, stark naked, getting tongue-fucked by Lad. Suddenly a lot of things came clear to Dottie.
"That's why you shouldn't worry about George," she said. "I mean, all those months I was so jealous of you, and simply knew you'd taken my husband away from me. She ruined my life, I used to think, when I didn't even know your name. But look at us now!"
Lola stared at her, puzzled. "I don't get it."
"It's so simple, really. Think of all the worry I wasted on you, to no purpose. Everything worked out just great, didn't it? Chances are this little problem will work itself out too, and then we'll feel like idiots for having bothered over it." It sounded logical until you started taking it apart, and then it didn't make sense at all. Was the woman really crazy? The very least George would do was try to take his son away from her. Men felt strongly about things like this, she knew.
"Don't worry, Mom's right." Dave gave her his dazzling smile. "Anyhow, we aren't ever going to do this again, are we? When we tell him that, it'll be okay."
Lola pushed the worry aside in her quick excitement. What a handsome boy! She remembered how she'd felt when she stood in the doorway at the cabin, how her throat had tightened and her heart began to trip. Understanding of the perverse erotic situation had flooded over her and at the very same moment, she'd known how overwhelmingly she wanted Davey. Bill was okay, he'd given her some thrills, but her affection for the older boy was deeper and more subtle.
"Dave," she began, "would you like me to make your dick hard?" Her voice was low and seductive.
"Sure," he said obligingly, "That'd be real nice."
He climbed into a chair and she squatted between his legs, examining his genitals with an experienced eye. He certainly was developed for a youngster! His cock-she lifted it and stretched its supple length-was as large as some men's that she'd seen. Would it keep on growing as he got older? If so, he would soon be hung like a bull. His balls in their loose, sparsely haired sac showed his immaturity, but they seemed to swell too as she petted them. Her tongue spiraled its feverish path around the smooth white skin, now growing perceptibly firmer as blood rushed to fill the expansible organ. With her eyes closed she rested her cheek on his thigh, startled at its smoothness and velvety texture.
Dottie shared vicariously in her new friend's pleasure, and decided to give her an extra thrill. She whispered in Bill's ear and the boy nodded, his eyes lighting up. She watched as the youngster moved in on Lola, positioning himself between her legs and under her slightly raised ass.
Lola jumped when she felt his body next to hers, but he said, "Hold still, Lola. I'm going to cornhole you while you suck off Davey."
First he rubbed his hardening prick up and down her narrow wet slit, to cover it with the plentiful moisture. Then, as methodically as if he were building a model airplane, he pressed the slippery slim cudgel into her crease. Holding the sensitive head poised at the puckery brown hole, Bill shoved forward and saw with satisfaction that he'd made a beginning. Like a fat white worm, the slender organ inched its way into her rectum.
This was one experience Lola had never tried and, in fact, if she hadn't been completely absorbed in the beauties of Dave's now hard prick, she would have protested. But her mouth was crammed full of sweet flesh, even her throat was blocked. And once Bill was in, she discovered to her surprise, it didn't hurt at all. More, it made her whole body tingle and then melt with the sensations that rayed out from her ass. Unlike Dottie, she could never get off simply from blowing a man-although she enjoyed it, and was always happy to please her partner. But this, she knew right away, was going to give her an orgasm to end all orgasms.
Davey scooted back and forth in his chair, jubilantly fucking her mouth so hard her head snapped back and forth like a metronome. She was every bit as good as his Mom! He wondered if she'd swallow it all, too-and knew he was ready to find out. When the rush came, and his steaming white jism spurted into her mouth, he leaned back with a smile on his handsome young face. Her convulsively swallowing throat took it all, every drop and milked him dry. Davey was drained, sated, and sleep took him instantly as he sprawled in the deep armchair.
"Jeeesuzzz," Lola intoned it like a prayer as her ass quivered and clenched around the slim strong invader. It was different, she discovered, and so heavenly, she thought she'd faint. The warm waves spread through her body and she slumped on Dave's bare knees, unable even to speak. When she was able, she lifted her head and looked at the boy. "Thank you, Bill," was all she could say, but the youngster smiled as if he understood.
"You okay, Lola?"
"Oh, yesss, Dottie, that was-" she stopped in mid-sentence, her mouth hanging open. Her worst fears were coming true! Dottie's husband swayed in the hall doorway, white-faced and drawn. How long had he been there? How much had he seen?
"Come in, George." Dottie retained her placidity, though the other woman could see it took an effort. "I mean, as long as you're here anyway, you might as well sit down."
Bill hastily gathered up his clothes and headed for the bathroom, but Davey slept on, too deep to be disturbed.
Lola reached for her dress, but what was the use? Instead she walked to the sofa and sat down, terrified.
"Have some popcorn, George. Glass of milk?" Dottie knew she was being idiotic, but she couldn't stand the silence. And what was the right thing to say in circumstances like these? The worst had happened; George had caught them unmistakably in the act, so why pretend?
He moved like an old, old man and the two women didn't know if it was from drinking or from emotional shock. He plodded across to a chair and dropped into it heavily. "You too, huh, Lola?" he said, absently taking a handful from the bowl of popcorn Dottie thrust in front of him. "Just a couple of perverts, preying on innocent young boys."
There didn't seem to be much use in denying it, so Dottie nodded and said, "I guess you could call it that." She was beginning to be annoyed at Lola, who seemed to be paralyzed from fear. "You're no angel yourself, I wouldn't say."
Again, the silence. Dottie simply couldn't stand it! "What are," she had to stop and clear her throat. "What are you going to do about it?"
"How long has it been going on?" he demanded. "A couple of months."
That seemed to mean something to him. "Then you weren't messing around with Davey while we were together, right?" She nodded and he looked relieved. "And what about Lola?"
"This is her first time. She never even thought of such a thing before."
Then he wanted to know about Bill, and she told him. "I'd like to adopt him legally, George, if-" She faltered, knowing the impossibility of that project now.
"Say something, George!" she cried out. "I don't care if you swear at me, or what you say, but tell me! What are you going to do to Lola and me? And the boys? It wasn't their fault."
"I'm not going to do anything to you," he said. "Or anything for you, either. But ... there's somebody waiting in the kitchen who might."
CHAPTER TWELVE
The two women stared at each other in wild speculation. The police? Vice squad? Some toughs he'd hired to beat them up? Dottie expected any and all of those things, but she was too frozen with terror to move. Lola looked as if she'd been hit in the pit of her stomach and might vomit at any moment.
"Who is it?" Dottie quavered. Almost anything would be better than sitting here, the air heavy with menace, waiting for whatever revenge and chastisement George might have dreamed up. But he seemed in no hurry to spring his surprise, whatever it might be.
"George, you wouldn't hurt me, would you?"
He grinned at her, and that was almost worse than his scowl. "I'm going to do something I've wanted to for a long time. And now, there's not one damn thing you can do about it."
She heard him call out, and closed her eyes to postpone the terrible moment. And then, because she couldn't stand it, her eyelids flew open.
George stood in the doorway with a satisfied smile on his face, and his arm around a slim little girl about ten years old. The child wore a raincoat belted tightly over her scrawny frame, and a beret on top of long blonde braids. Her thin face was cocky yet afraid, as if she swaggered to conceal her fears. George hugged her and said with heavy sarcasm, "Meet the family, Monica. Your new mother-the big one there. And Lola, she's sort of courtesy aunt, I guess."
Dottie couldn't have been any more surprised if Santa Claus had ridden in with sleigh and reindeer. Her jaw dropped open, she gulped and said, "Monica? What is this, George? I don't get it."
"You will," he said, leading the girl to the middle of the room. "I've known Monica for about a year now. She hangs around a greasy spoon where I eat lunch. We've kidded around a lot but I never had the nerve to go with her until now."
"Go with her?" Dottie repeated stupidly.
"Yeah ... go back to her room and go to bed with her. But that's all changed now, isn't it, Monica honey? You're just going to be George's girl from now on, right? Have a nice home, a mama and all that."
"Yeah, I guess so," the girl said sullenly.
At last Dottie understood. She'd heard of child prostitutes, and here George was planning to bring one right into her own home! She was indignant for an instant and then thought, Okay, why not? "Take off your coat, Monica."
The girl grinned and slowly unbuttoned the shabby garment and dropped it to the floor. The three adults stared in silence at the starved little body with its budding tits and almost bare pussy. George drew in a sharp breath and then said, "You aren't the only one who likes young stuff, Dottie." Suddenly everything was all right. Dottie turned to Lola and said, "See? I told you it would work out for the best, didn't I? George, get that child a glass of milk and a sandwich. There'll never be a hungry child in this house!"
