Chapter 7
From where she was, Carol couldn't see her daughter, but could only hear Pam's distinctive giggle. There was an excited tremor to it that was not normal. The sight that chilled Carol's blood was that of her son. He was dancing with a slender blonde whom Carol identified after a second of thought as the Linda he had been with at the beach party. Jack was stripped to the waist, and he was holding Linda firmly against him, his hands clutching her shapely little buttocks tightly. Linda wore only a skimpy halter and a tight pair of shorts.
"Oh, Ben!" Pam gasped, her voice coming from directly below Carol. Evidently Pam was on the couch that backed up against this wall of the cellar.
Carol struggled to her feet, her legs still aching from her wild session with the golf pro. She tiptoed around the side of the house and knelt down by a window that afforded a more complete view of the basement, including the couch.
Pam was adhering to one of the playroom rules that her mother had set out, in that she still had both feet on the floor. Her blouse was untucked from the waistband of her short shorts, and one of Ben's hands was busy under the thin cotton garment. Her head was tipped back, her mouth half-open with excitement as the youth massaged her breasts under the cloth. One of Pam's hands was massaging her boy friend's lap familiarly, her fingers tracing out an erect rod inside his pants.
"I've got to stop this," Carol muttered to herself. Her shaky legs and firm curiosity betrayed her, leaving her slumped against the side of the house, her eyes locked on the scene in the room below.
She wrenched her eyes from Pam and turned her attention to Jack again. Her heart stopped beating for a split second when she saw what was happening. Jack's fingers were toying with the buttons fastening Linda's halter, and the girl was leaning backward in his arms, looking up at him. Linda's eyes, blue as the sky, were flashing with excitement. Jack was sweating slightly, his mouth open as he fumbled with the two buttons. He released the first one, then paused, seeming to anticipate refusal of what he was doing. Instead, Linda rolled her hips against his groin, making him grin tensely. He found the remaining button and unfastened it in a second. The halter hung loose, clinging to Linda's small breasts, the straps slipping off her smooth, golden-tan shoulders as the back fell loose.
Her teeth flashing in an excited smile, the lithe blonde girl reached for the back of Jack's neck with both hands and pulled his head down to hers. Their mouths locked together in a passionate kiss, their cheeks and lips working as they sucked and tasted each other's tongues and teeth. Carol imagined her son's tongue probing inside her own mouth as she watched the kiss. The two children broke the kiss and Linda dropped her arms. The halter fell free, slipping down and off her arms, lodging between the two teen-agers where Linda's groin pressed against Jack's. Her breasts, pale white and flawless, were small hills on her smooth chest. Her nipples were tiny, excited, pink buds pertly-capping the small mounds. She threw herself into Jack's arms, grinding her bare chest against his, scraping her tits over his muscles.
A squeal from Pam jerked Carol's eyes back to her daughter. The girl's blouse was tangled up around her head as Ben tugged at it. Finally Pam wrestled her hair out of the neck of the garment, and Ben jerked it down her arms and threw it into a corner. Pam was not wearing a bra, and her full young breasts bounced slightly on her chest. As large as they were, they had no sag, no crease at their base. Instead, the firm masses stood out proudly. Her nipples were larger than Linda's, and darker. Ben's fingers took them and pinched and rolled them, making them harden even more, stiffening them into tight peaks. Pam let her head fall back to rest on the back of the couch, her mouth gaping open in passion. For a few seconds the thirteen-year-old abandoned herself to the young boy as he toyed with her boobs.
"Oh, yes," Pam sighed, loudly enough for Carol to hear as the records came to an end. None of the children seemed to be paying any attention to the record player at all.
Finally Pam lifted her head from the couch. As Ben cupped and played with her large boobs, she sought his belt with her fingers and struggled with the buckle. After releasing it she tugged the bottom of Ben's T-shirt up. He released her breasts for a moment to let her strip the garment off over his head. Quickly he grabbed for her breasts again and massaged them. She went then to the fastenings on his trousers. She seemed experienced at dealing with such things, quickly unfastening the waist and running the zipper down. Ben lifted his hips and let her press his pants down around his ankles. His cock formed a hard ridge under his shorts. Pam reached for the elastic and tugged them down.
Carol felt her own excitement growing as she watched her daughter stripping the boy. Carol's cunt began to burn, and she pressed her fingers to it to feel it through her shorts. The junction between Carol's legs was hot and steamy as she continued to spy on her children.
Ben's cock was as hard as a rock, impressively large for someone as young as he. His pubic hair was thin as yet, just a few tentative curling wisps of brown to frame his hard-on. Pam took the big tool in her hands and stroked it gently, appearing to croon over it the way she used to croon to her dolls. Her dainty thumbs played over the purplish head of Ben's cock, making it jerk slightly in her childish grasp. Meanwhile, Ben had released Pam's breasts, and his fingers were seeking the catch on her shorts.
"It's over on the side," Pam directed him, not releasing his cock.
His fingers fumbling, Ben found the button at her waist and released it. He had a little trouble with the zipper, then managed to get it down. The side of the shorts spread open, disclosing the side of a pair of lacy bikini underpants. As he tugged the tight shorts down over Pam's well-curved hips, she lifted her buttocks from the couch. He skinned the shorts down her smooth, shapely legs and she kicked the garment away. She pressed her thighs together, rubbing and twining her legs sensuously.
"Kiss my breasts," Pam said, her voice catching slightly with excitement.
As Ben bent to comply with Pam's request, Carol mashed down on her own cunt hard with her hand, sending a jolt of pleasure through herself. "This is insane," she muttered softly. "I should be stopping them." Instead, she continued to massage her pussy through her shorts, tearing her attention from Pam and Ben to see what Jack and Linda were up to. Carol gasped, and a wave of juices soaked the crotch of her shorts. Linda was kneeling before Carol's fifteen-year-old son, holding his pants for him to step out of them. The girl then reached for his shorts, which bulged with his erect cock, and tugged the elastic out over the head of Jack's towering instrument. It bobbed free in front of the young blonde's face as she pulled the underwear down his legs. Casting the shorts aside, Linda reached for Jack's cock with both hands, gripping its base. Her mouth moved toward its already glistening head and she licked it as if it were an ice cream cone. Jack's fingers laced through Linda's short blonde hair, guiding the girl's head as she began to mouth his organ, her lips sucking over just the head of it at first, then taking more of it in.
A sound from Ben pulled Carol's gaze from Linda back to the couple on the couch. Pam was stroking the boy's cock as if she knew exactly what she was doing. Meanwhile, he was reaching for the waistband of her panties. She didn't even pause in her fondling of the big tool, as she raised her hips to let him strip the lacy garment down her legs, baring her completely. As developed as her bust was, Pam had virtually no hair at all on her cunt. The full lips of her pussy were exposed to the air through the thinnest of blonde veils.
Her excitement weakening her even more, Carol sank down to sit on the grass outside the basement window. Moving carefully to avoid attracting attention, she spread her legs. Sucking in her stomach, Carol managed to slip her hand inside her shorts, but couldn't get her fingers to her cunt. Cursing softly, she unfastened the shorts, giving herself more room. She slipped her hand inside her panties, which were already soaked with her juices and with the golf pro's semen. She plunged one finger into her cunt and mashed down on her clitoris with her palm as she stared into the basement.
Linda and Jack had sunk to the floor, settling onto the gym mats. The blonde girl lay back gracefully, posing for him as he knelt nude beside her. She still wore her shorts-really chopped-off blue jeans. Jack unbuttoned the large copper button at the waist and pulled down the zipper. The shorts spread open, revealing filmy pink bikini panties. The lithe blonde lifted her hips, and Jack pulled the shorts down. They tangled around one of her ankles and she kicked them away, exposing her cunt through her panties as she did so. Jack's hands were clumsy now as he reached for the girl's last garment. The panties were tight, making him struggle to get them off her as she arched her back, lifting her buttocks from the mat. Finally he skinned the panties down her thighs and calves, and she kicked the tiny garment away, openly displaying her pussy with its light covering of reddish hair. Her inner tissues were glistening with moisture, swollen with passion.
Carol's hand was working hard at her cunt now, two of her fingers boring into her excited, wet vagina while with the heel of her hand she continued to stimulate her clitoris. Linda and Jack were fondling each other excitedly now, their hands exploring the most sensitive, exciting portions of each other's body as they lay on the mat. Linda wrapped one hand around Jack's solid cock and began to pump it.
On the couch, Pam was doing the same to Ben while he thrust a finger up into her cunt.
"Ouch, careful," Pam said. The youth eased his attack on her.
"Let me fuck you," he pleaded hoarsely, panting.
"No, not that. Just feel me."
"Why not?"
"I'm afraid," Pam admitted. "So am I, but I want you."
Pam shook her head. "No. Maybe someday, but not yet."
Carol felt a sort of relief at this brief conversation. At least Pam was still technically a virgin. For some reason, this comforted Carol.
"Jeez, I'm coming!" Jack cried, drawing Carol's attention. Linda was pumping his cock vigorously. He rolled his hips, timing the moves of his pelvis to her pumping hand, until suddenly he stiffened. His cock twitched in Linda's hand, and suddenly began to fountain, shooting pulses of white semen into the air. The wads of cum splashed back down on Linda's hand, and she pumped at him until his spoutings gradually died away.
The sight of her son blasting his sperm into the air was enough to make Carol come with a rush, further soaking her fingers with her juices. As Jack's coming died away, Carol looked over at Ben just in time to see him shoot a flood of sticky semen over Pam's hand. At the same time, Pam herself seemed to come, slamming her cunt against Ben's working hand, rolling her head with excitement. Carol came again, a ripping climax that made her battle to keep from screaming out loud with pleasure. Muscles betraying her, Carol fell sideways on the grass, her hand grinding her pussy as she climaxed. As she fell on her side, Carol's last glimpse into the playroom was of her son kneeling between Linda's thighs. The blonde girl was spread wide on the mats, and Jack's mouth was sucking eagerly at her cunt, his face buried in her crotch. Carol blacked out with pleasure as she writhed on the grass of her backyard.
A few minutes later she recovered enough to tug her shorts back into place and fasten them. Weakly she staggered to her feet and stumbled across the yard. Afraid her children would detect the wetness at her crotch and question it, and dazed at how she should deal with "their activities, Carol sought a refuge. The sound of Marje singing off key drew Carol's attention and she tapped softly at the gate between the two yards.
"Come on over, Carol," Marje called, breaking off her singing. "My God, you look like you've seen a ghost," she gasped when she caught sight of Carol. "Come on into the house and have a drink."
Carol let her neighbor guide her to a seat in the living room. Some corner of Carol's mind recorded the fact that Marje stuffed a pair of panties out of sight behind a sofa cushion.
"Here, drink this," Marje ordered, handing Carol a glass.
Not expecting brandy, Carol gasped and choked on the fiery liquid. She struggled for breath a moment, then sipped cautiously. The drink burned her throat and warmed her stomach. As a comforting glow spread through her, Carol slowly regained her composure. The happenings of the day seemed to press her down into the cushions of the chair, leaving her limp and exhausted, barely able to lift the glass to her lips.
Uncharacteristically, Marje managed to restrain herself, maintaining an anxious silence as she watched her friend. Carol was grateful for her neighbor's patience. Finally, feeling a little giddy from the brandy, but her pulse returning to normal, Carol tried to get her vocal cords working. Her first attempt resulted in a croak. She cleared her throat and tried again.
"Thanks, I needed that," she said gratefully.
"I haven't seen you so white since you bent the fender on your new car two years ago," Marje commented. "What gives anyway? I thought you were going shopping."
"Was I?" Carol asked. "I forgot completely." She tried to get her thoughts sorted out, but kept seeing her son kneeling between Linda's spread thighs, his face buried in her snatch.
"Now, what happened already?" Marje demanded. "You staggered in here as pale as a ghost, the crotch of your shorts so wet you look like you tried to douche without taking your clothes off."
Carol glanced down at the telltale moisture at her crotch. "Oh, dear," she moaned softly.
"Yes, oh, dear. What happened? Were you raped? Do you need a doctor?"
"No, no, I'm all right. It's nothing like that. It's Pam and Jack."
"Don't tell me something happened to them!" Marje exclaimed. "I thought they were at home."
Carol nodded. "They are, but they're not alone."
"Then who . . . Oh, I think I'm beginning to get a glimmering of what's up. Just right off the top of my head let me guess that Linda and Ben are with them. And assuming that I'm correct in that guess, let me go on to guess that they were not playing pinochle. Is that it?"
Unwilling to trust her voice, Carol nodded.
"Ah-hah. And to continue my superb deductive reasoning," Marje said, "you were spying on them."
Again Carol nodded.
"Well, so much for the mystery. Now, pardon my lascivious curiosity," Marje exploded, "but would you please fill in the details? From the looks of your pussy, they're quite something and I'd kind of like to get in on the fun if I can."
"Oh, Marje, it's terrible." With tears about to burst forth, Carol struggled to describe the scene in the basement. When she got to the part about Ben undressing Pam, her voice threatened to break completely, forcing her to take another sip of brandy. Managing to control her feelings, she hurried through the rest of the story, leaving nothing out.
Marje sat staring at Carol, her mouth hanging open with surprise and excitement. "Wow," she finally managed to breathe. "Those kids are something. But I don't understand. What's so horrible about it?"
"They're so young," Carol wailed. "They're my babies."
Marje shook her head. "They don't sound like babies to me. Sounds like adults could take lessons from them."
"What am I going to do?" Carol wailed.
"What's to do?" Marje asked."
"They're too young for this stuff," Carol protested.
"Carol, if they're doing it, they obviously are not too young," Marje retorted gently. "This is like walking or running. You can't tell them not to do it after they've done it."
"I can forbid them to see each other," Carol said hopefully.
"And what good would that do? They would either sneak around behind your back, or they might very well find other, less desirable, partners for their fun. And another thing, where would they wind up doing it? Do you realize that last year there was a wave of rapes in the lovers' lanes around here? It wasn't the boy friends that were doing it; it was a gang of toughs that terrorized the kids parking there. And the kids were parking in the deserted roads because their parents wouldn't let them get together at home."
"Oh," Carol replied, steadying down.
"Yes, oh. Now, you know Linda and Ben, don't you? They're good kids from nice families, unless I'm mistaken."
Carol had to agree. "True. But what if they go farther?"
"How much farther can they go!" Marje exclaimed."
"Well, they are still virgins," Carol said. "Just barely."
"Just barely," Carol acknowledged. "But what about the girls getting pregnant?"
Marje shrugged. "I told you before-give Pam the Pill."
"And what about Linda?"
"Give Jack the knowledge," Marje replied. "I don't think Linda's mother would take too kindly to you getting her the Pill."
"You mean talk to Jack about sex?"
"Isn't it about time somebody did? Ye gods, Carol, that kid's got more experience at fifteen than you do now. Hasn't anybody told him anything?"
Carol shook her head numbly. "Frank was supposed to, but I don't think he did." The thought of her husband surged through her. "And speaking of that bastard-"
"Hold it." Marje stopped her, holding up a hand. "I can see something new has erupted on that front. Let's finish, with the kids first. These mental gymnastics of yours are beginning to addle my brain."
Carol choked back her anger. "Okay, but let's just keep Frank completely out of this, the bastard."
Marje raised an eyebrow. "That bad, huh? Okay. So who's going to tell Jack the facts of life?"
Carol took a deep breath. "I guess I'll have to."
"Think you can do it?" Marje asked.
"No, I don't think I can. What do you suggest?"
Marje thought for a moment. "I don't know. Let's leave him for a moment for a much more interesting problem. Who do you think should introduce Pam to the glories of intercourse?"
"What!"
"Well, you don't want her learning from some totally insensitive clod, do you? Jeepers, when I remember my first time, I sometimes wonder how I managed to go on for the second, it was so bad. Remember your first time?"
Carol nodded. "Yes. Frank went at me like a bull in the rutting season. It was awful," she admitted. "I guess it would be nice to spare Pam that. But it's such a final step and she's so young. Don't you think it could wait?"
"After what you saw in the basement, do you think it can wait?" Marje asked. "If you wait it'll be a rhetorical question. You'll be presented with a fait accompli, as the brainy people would say. I think you'd better consider the problem right now."
"I guess you're right."
Marje let Carol think for a few minutes before breaking in. "Well, got any candidates?"
Carol shook her head miserably. "I can't go volunteering my thirteen-year-old daughter's virginity. It's just too much."
"May I make a suggestion?" Marje asked. "I mean, will you promise not to throw that glass at me? It's kind of far out."
Carol eyed her neighbor suspiciously. "You're not thinking of your husband, are you? I know you both have your little affairs on the side, but I think my daughter is a bit much."
"Good grief, no!" Marje exclaimed. "I wouldn't let my husband within twenty feet of a juicy little morsel like Pam. I was thinking more along the lines of that young stud you have digging your fish pond."
"You mean Mike Santucci!" Carol exclaimed. "You've got to be kidding."
"Why have I got to be kidding?" Marje argued. "He's a good lover, isn't he?"
"Yes," Carol admitted grudgingly. "But Mike Santucci!"
"Vm not putting him forward as the only possibility. But you've got to admit he's got certain advantages."
"Like what?"
"Well, he's a known quantity for one thing. With virtually anyone else you couldn't really be sure just how good they might be as a lover. And, I assume since you two have gone at it more than once there's a certain amount of, shall we say, intimate communication between you?"
"Yes," Carol admitted.
"Just think about it for a while," Marje suggested. "It'll take a while to get used to the idea, I know. Now, what's this about Frank that's got you so steamed up?"
"That bastard," Carol swore furiously, her rage exploding.
"We'd gotten that far already," Marje replied dryly. "What makes you doubt the legitimacy of his birth?"
"That . . . that . . . that bastard," Carol sputtered again. "He's been playing around behind my back." She managed to sputter out the information she had pried from the golf pro.
"I wondered where he might be getting it if it wasn't from you," Marje said.
"Why didn't you say something?" Carol screamed.
"I don't think you would have entertained the idea," Marje replied. "Be honest. Would you have suspected it of good old proper Frank without eyewitness testimony?"
"No," Carol admitted. "I guess not." Her fury rose again. "But all the time I was pining around the house, waiting for him to come in from some damn golf match where he was supposedly selling insurance, he was out getting a fast piece from some little hussy."
Marje smiled. "Forgive me for saying so, but unless I'm mistaken, you've been getting a little on the side lately."
"Well, sure!" Carol shot back. "Frank didn't give me any choice, did he? Besides, it was accidental every time."
Marje shrugged, noncommittal. "World War Two was an accident, too."
"Really, it was accidental," Carol protested. "Take today, for example. When I went to the country club it was for a golf lesson, and that was all. But Frank left me so horny, when George drove into the woods and then attacked me, I just fell apart. But I tell you, it isn't going to be any accident from now on. By damn, it'll be deliberate as all hell."
"Do I detect a note of vengeance in your voice?" Marje asked.
"Damn right you do," Carol swore. "If my husband can go around banging every little piece of tail that drifts his way, why can't I?"
"Was I arguing?"
"No," Carol admitted.
"Could I make a suggestion? Take it a little slow and easy at first? Speaking from experience, taking on lovers is not exactly like buying shoes," Marje observed. "There are certain hazards involved. Also, how do you think Frank will react if, or rather when, he finds out?"
"How's he going to find out?" Carol asked.
"How did you find out about him?" Marje countered. "Besides, how will it be revenge if he never finds out?" She checked her watch. "Just think about it. Look, Paul's going to be home any minute and I'd better be ready for him. He's been lecturing on Neolithic Fertility Figures of Central European Civilizations, and that always leaves him horny as all hell. If you stay here, I can't guarantee your safety."
"Oh." Carol got up. "I'm sorry to be such a bother."
"Believe me, you're no bother," Marje assured her. "It's just that I have to clear the decks. Look, keep me posted, will you?"
"Okay, will do," Carol promised. She paused outside the back door of Marje's house and heard her calling out to someone just coming in the front door. Carol took a deep breath of the afternoon air, and her stomach suddenly growled, reminding her of a missed lunch. Praying that she'd find the house empty, she slipped quietly through the back gate. The house was reassuringly silent, and she hurried inside.