Chapter 6
As they finished the meal, Pat found herself both giddy and lightheaded from all the drinks. They adjourned to the living room. She sat on a long, wide divan of crushed white velvet and she luxuriated in the touch of it. It was almost sensual, she thought as she ran her hands over the plush velour.
Michele sat close to her. "The most astounding thing happened to me today, I must tell you about it." and she touched the woman's thigh familiarly.
Again, Pat felt a twinge in the pit of her stomach. She was relieved when she saw Frank approaching with a decanter of golden liquor and three tiny glasses. She watched as he poured carefully, then handed her one.
Tasting the liquor, Pat raised her eyes to find the youth looking at her, a half smile on his face. She felt her own cheeks flush as Michele's words came to her again-something astounding, she had said. And Pat wondered if she was going to tell her about it.
Frank seated himself on the corner of the low coffee table in front of Pat. He openly admired her body.
She was wearing a lime green blouse with large puffed sleeves and long collar that emphasized seductively the nipples of her tits-which were unhampered by a bra, he noticed. Her skirt matched the color of her blouse and fit tightly across her hips and thighs to flare outward at the knees where slits ran up both sides.
As she crossed her legs, Frank caught sight of her golden thighs and he wondered idly what Michele had in mind as she sipped her liquor, then lit a cigarette.
Michele set the table lighter aside and exchanged a warm glance with her son, then she turned to Pat. "I suppose it wouldn't embarrass Francois if I shared our secret in front of him." And she touched Pat's leg again.
A warm thrill went through Pat's body. "Our... our secret?"
"His and mine, darling," Michele replied. "Not only was the thing that happened today astounding, but it was just a bit frightening at first." She squeezed Pat's leg again. "But if you'd rather not hear about it..."
"Oh no ..." Pat said a little too quickly as she felt herself flush again. "I mean, if you really want to tell me ... "
"Well, I returned home unexpectedly this morning-I had neglected to take my purse-and someone was in the house."
"Someone?" Pat remarked and cast a nervous glance toward Frank.
"Yes, someone. A man. As I entered the house, he grabbed me and tied my hands, then he placed a blindfold over my eyes and took me upstairs ..."
"Ah, your son ... Frank ..."
Frank sighed and gestured. "I too, was bound. I spent a most miserable day bound and gagged on the back porch."
"God, how terrible," Pat said. "Were you robbed-did you report it to the police?"
"No to both questions," Michele replied. "The man was a most peculiar burglar-he did not steal anything, but he ... he ... "
"Yes ... go on," Pat urged.
"Well, as I said, he took me upstairs, and into my own bedroom ..." Michele dropped her eyes and lowered her voice. "And he ripped all of my clothes from my body."
"How terrible!" Pat exclaimed.
Michele smiled. "Not really." She placed her hand on the other woman's thigh again. "You see, there was another woman in my bedroom... he made us do all sorts of things to him ... and to each other. We enjoyed ourselves all day long. Actually, it was all very exciting."
Pat felt her face burn as the woman admitted that she had enjoyed the rape and the sex shared with another woman. The candor was beyond Pat's realm of understanding and she felt suddenly giddy as Michele's hand massaged her thigh, then moved higher on her leg. "It... it must have been - " she stammered.
"Francois and I were both wondering if perhaps you might know who the other woman was."
Pat blinked and swallowed thickly as she recalled Frank standing naked in the kitchen that very morning, jacking off and shooting his cum into his mother's mouth ... had she really seen that, or had she just imagined it? Pat felt a new rush of sensation that emanated from her cunt. "Ah ... but how ... how on earth would I know?"
Frank smiled, caught up in his mother's game. "To tell you the truth," he said, leaning forward to cup her bare calf, "we both thought it might have been you ... I was able to free myself just after dark and I could have sworn that when the man-whoever he was- left the house by the rear entrance, he carried someone into your house."
Pat felt the bottom drop from her stomach as the youth fondled her leg. She glanced from his hand to Michele's.
Frank caught the slight nod of his mother's head and he stood before the blonde woman. He smiled down, at her, then boldly pulled his zipper and freed his prick. "If it was you, then I would feel terribly cheated ... cheated that I didn't have the opportunity to join in."
Pat stared in disbelief as the youth fondled his prick. Then, she felt Michele's hand on her tit and she felt suddenly warm.
"Well, Pat... was it you?" Frank asked as he stroked his lewdly exposed prick just inches from her face while his mother fondled her tits silently.
"Oh ... oh, God!" Pat said pitifully and tried to hide her face in her hands. As she did, Michele slid her hand beneath the woman's skirt and forced her to uncross her legs.
"Please," Michele cooed in her ear. "Do not be frightened, we mean you no harm, only pleasure."
Pat felt Michele's soft hand between her legs and she spread her legs and moaned as Michele stroked the silken crotch of her panties. She felt herself spreading her legs wider, then, she felt Frank's hand on her own. She opened her eyes as the youth placed her hand on his twitching prick. She saw a glistening drop of preseminal fluid as it squeezed from the narrow slit of the huge cockhead. She whimpered as Michele snaked a finger under the elastic leg band of her panties and teased the outer lips of her cunt.
"Kiss it, Pat... put it in your mouth," she heard Michele whisper as her finger entered her sopping cunt and touched her clit. "Suck Francois ... he has such a beautiful prick ..."
Again, it seemed she had no control over her actions and she leaned forward. The throbbing flesh of his cock touched her lips. As her mouth ovaled and she took the head of his prick in, she tasted the fluid and a thrill went through her again. She closed her mouth around his cock and took its length deep into her throat as Michele fingerfucked her softly.
"You did it better than that, this morning," she heard Frank say, then he laughed lightly as he buried his prick in her throat.
God! It was him! It was Michele's son! And the sudden reality that she had been held captive all day at the hands of this boy, excited her even more as she moaned and spread her legs even wider for Michele.
She squeezed the hot, throbbing cock tightly with her hands and mouth, then she felt the catch at her waist freed and the buttons of her blouse being unfastened.
Frank pumped his hot cock into her slobbering mouth and watched as his mother removed the woman's clothing. As Pat shrugged out of her blouse to display her exquisite tits, Frank pulled back and removed his prick from her mouth. The action left her gasping for breath and before she realized what had happened, Michele had forced down her long skirt and Pat sat naked except for her wet panties.
Pat looked up at Frank questioningly and saw him tuck his prick into his pants. When she turned to Michele, she found the woman had shed her clothing too, and was sitting beside her totally naked. She threw herself into Michele's arms and their mouths came together.
Frank watched as Michele kissed the other woman, her hands on her shaking tits, then as their mouths parted, she forced Pat to lay back. His mother licked the other woman's cunt through the sheer material of her panties and the blonde widow squirmed uncontrollably beneath her.
Frank sensed that his mother wanted this woman for herself. He picked up his drink and finished it. As the heady liquor burned its way to his stomach, he saw his mother pull Pat's panties from her body and toss them aside as she lowered her head once more to the woman's pussy. He watched as his mother's pink tongue flicked out, touched the woman's cunt and a shiver went through her body.
Frank bent over the writhing woman, kissed her warmly and allowed her to suck his tongue, just as she had his prick. He cupped her heaving tit, felt the nipple stiff beneath his palm, then he raised his mouth to hers. "She really does want you, Pat... and I believe you want her ..." Frank stood up then, and smiling at the two woman as they coupled on the soft velvet of the couch, he left them alone.
He climbed the stairs to his own room. Tonight was going to be something special!