Chapter 9

Jean couldn't help but notice the kind of compliments her girl friends were laying on her these days. At Francis' wedding everyone was buzzing about how ravashing she looked. Not only that she appeared happy which struck them funny because she came alone.

She dared not to confide with any of them, even to Laura, about her clandestine affair. As far as her friend was concerned it had been a one time fling that had happened out of sheer desperation.

Her meetings with Ronnie at the Biltmore had become a regular weekly event that both had become accustomed to. For the last six weeks that had met one another there and fucked like demons.

And not only that, Ronnie had taken to coming over the house when he was sure that David was occupied with something, like his girl. He had become very confidant now and an excellent lover and they had tried a number of positions and locales.

Once he had fucked her while she was draped over the kitchen sink. Another time they showered together, and after fucking standing up, he lay her on the bathroom floor and fucked her there.

They were becoming brazen and carefree in their relationship and often he would pick her up in his van and they would fuck in a secluded spot. Once they parked in a drive-in, something she hadn't dome since her teens, and the van had been spotted by David, out with his girl Dee, who knew the van by sight.

"Hey Ronnie, it's me, David. Pull out and help me smoke this joint, will ya."

He must have seen the van rocking from the motion of their fucking. Jean almost swallowed her heart and looked around for something to hide under.

Ronnie lay motionless on top of her saying: "Get the fuck out of here. Dave, I'm busy.

Don't fuck around."

"Okay, my man, that must be some piece of tail your ridin' in there to turn down a joint."

Then Ronnie quickly dressed and drove away while she hid in the back. Later he told her David had tried to get a glimpse at who it was but had failed.

They were making grand mistakes from their fervent heat and were bound to get caught. They had narrowly escaped one mishap and the next couldn't be too far behind.

They were both prepared to take that chance. Each had supplied the other with their deepest fantasy and their passion was such that they accepted the price of their lust perhaps too willingly.

Ronnie had called a couple of hours ago to tell her that he might get a chance to see her tonight. He thought he heard David discussing the drive-in with Dee earlier and would check and see if they went. If they did, he would be over.

The phone rang.

"Jean, it's me."

"Hello love, can you make it."

"Yeah, I think so. I saw them pull out and talk about what was playing."

"Okay. Make sure to use the back door, now. Don't be too cocky," she laughed at her bad pun.

"I'm only one kind of cocky, Jean, and you know what I mean."

"Hurry, I'm hungry for you."

He answered by hanging up th phone. He'd be there in a few minutes and she dolled herself up for him. On came the garters he was fond of and now a pair of very high heels which she found out he liked. She made-up her face with gobs of lipstick and rouge.

When she heard the knock on the back door she primped up her nipples between her fingers to bring them to attention. Then she went to the door.

"Who is it?"

"It's me."

She opened the door and the boy was met by her fabulous sight. He came through the door and without closing it grabbed her heavy breasts and kissed her flush on the mouth very hard.

"Shut the door. Let's not take extra chances," she said.

He didn't hear her or didn't want to and continued. He began sucking her pert nipples. She put on a hand on his sturdy cock and found it already fully erect.

"Darling, you're hot already."

Finally he came in all the way and bolted the door. He wanted to have her right there in the kitchen. He picked her up and lay her on the table and she spread her legs wide.

She was wet from his advances. He took his pecker out of his fly and jumped on her pants and all. He pumped into her and his zipper irritated the lips of her cunt.

"Take your clothes off. There's a little time."

He stopped long enough to push his trousers around his ass while his dick was still in her. Then he smashed into free from the encumberance of his belt.

"Oh darling, fuck me, yes, oh yes."

She raised her high-heeled feet onto the table so she could prop her ass up and give him better blows into her gaping cunt. She grabbed him around the waist to keep his strokes short and his cock more Firmly embedded withinh her. He banged his pelvis against her clit and she swayed her hips to further inflame it.

"Ronnie, I'm coming, aaaaaaaaaaaa, oh."

He tightened his grip on her legs and whammed into her. She felt his muscles tighten through his shirt and then he gasped in ecstasy. She felt his gooey sperm warm her insides and radiate through her body. He shot the last of his load and fell on top of her.

"That was great lover. You're so good," she said as she raised his head up to plant feverish kisses all over his sweaty face and hair.

He lifted off of her and re-did his pants and then smiled.

"I have a surprise for you."

"What?"

"A joint," and he whipped out a tiny-looking cigarette and handed it to her.

"I've never done it before."

"Don't worry. It doesn't leave a hangover. It's a good turn on too."

Perhaps he needed these devices to seduce Cathy but he certainly had no trouble in charging up the fiery Jean. She was always submissive to his advances and more than willing.

"You didn't look like you needed anything to get you going just a minute ago," she said. He laughed.

"Come on, Jean, it's no big deal. You'll like it."

It was not the time or place to play the prude, she thought to herself. Besides, she had already gone all the way with the young stud and what was one more adventure into the unknown after all she been throuh.

"Okay, just show me what to do."

"Just smoke it like a cigarette."

He demonstrated by liting it and taking the first puff before handing it to Jean. She hesitated and he laughed. Then she took a deep drag and gave it back to him.

Suddenly the room was covered in a misty, clear haze, as if she was looking at the world through a fish tank. He handed it back to her and she took another drag.

This time her knees felt weak and her body felt like it was covered in soft fur. Her face seemed mushy, that's the word she used in her head to describe it, and she could hardly feel herself turn her head.

"Like it?"

"I don't know. I don't feel anything."

"That's what it's supposed to feel like. Let's sit down."

He led her to the living room and sat her down. He had his arm around her shoulders and gave her another toke on the joint. She breathed deeply into her lungs the potent smoke and gazed at him through glassy, half-closed eyes.

"You look very sexy," he said.

She didn't answer. The blissful feeling had seemed to settle in her genitals. She was very much aware of her cunt and tits like they were the only parts that made up her body.

Ronnie took a last puff and laid the small butt in the ashtray. He got up and undressed himself and came back and sat down next to her. She was aware of his presence only after he began massaging her breasts.

"Let me show you how good it can feel," he said.

He knelt in front of her and put her legs on his muscular shoulders. He nuzzled his face into her bush and smelled her fresh odor. Jean could only rest her legs on his shoulders, her body limp. She heard his lapping first before she felt it.

He darted his nose on her clit as his tongue licked the fabulous lips of her cunt. He stuck his tongue up her gash and her belly heaved in excitement. He plunged it in and out until her torso gyrated of its own accord.

Her body reacted instinctively and without her conscious command. She felt his tongue move to her clitoris and gently lap it. Then he continued the motion until her legs wriggled on his shoulders. Then he clutched the little clit entirely in his mouth.

"Oh, oh, oh," was all Jean could muster to his bold mouthing of her cunt. Then the first wave of orgasm hit her and she succumbed totally into his grip. She mahed into his face and peered downward. His eyes were hidden by her pubic hairs and he was intensely involved. She put a hand on his long, black hair and pushed his face further into her.

"Oh God, Ronnie, oh, oh, Ronnie, oh."

She was about to come. She threw herself into his face with great force. The boy stood his ground and lapped away. She held his head in her hands and yelled she was coming.

I'm coming, aaaah, Ronnie, I'm....Aaaaaaaaaaa...."

At that moment with her lover's face buried in her snatch, her face contorted in a fit of drug-induced ecstasy, a key turned in the lock and in walked the figure of her son David.

Jean's face turned ashen white in a matter of half-a-second, her jaw agape, her hands clutching her lover's hair in her once-heated embrace. Ronnie's face still lay snuggled in her cunt his passionate grunts filling the deathly silent room.

David stood there-beet red in the face. It was an anger mixed with disappointment and shock that she could read from the hurt in his eyes. His girlfriend Dee stood brazenly in the doorway as if waiting for some kind of excuse or explanation of the event.

"What the fuck is going on," he finally stammered out. "Ronnie, is that you?"

For the first time her lover became aware of the impossible situation he was caught in. He looked up with his face shining from David's mother's love juices and weakly said:

"David, oh my God."

Jean was crushed. She shot up and looked around for something to wear. Her son's eyes riveted on her seductive outfit. He tried to hide his amazement but it was impossible. His face was still flushed red.

Ronnie tried to say something, anything:

"I thought you went to the movies?"

"I came back because I forgot my pot in my other pants." Then he added, "you dirty bastard."

Jean interjected, "David, don't blame him. It's all my fault."

"That's right," her disloyal lover chimed in, "she seduced me."

She was disappointed in his response. Sure, she was all to blame but he might've taken a little of the burden off her shoulders. David's hurt was killing her. It showed in his entire body. He ran a hand through his sweaty hair.

"Get your fucking clothes on and get the hell out of here. NOW!"

"David, you don't know how sorry I am."

"So this is why you dumped Dad, for this scumbag."

"It's not like that at all."

With this the little tease in the doorway came over to comfort her son. She put an arm around his waist and stood close by him. Jean wished that could be her standing next to him, but she dared not go near him in his furious state.

"David, I swear to you. Ronnie had nothing to do with my leaving your father. It was over something else."

"You mean you're fucking somebody else too."

It was no use. It was a bad time for explanations. She went to put something on while while her son sat down on the couch still in shock and bewildered. Suddenly, he remembered Ronnie and woke from his daze.

He saw him buttoning his shirt and his eyes flamed with anger. He ran over to him.

"I'm gonna kill you, you son of a bitch."

He rushed ' at him and grabbed him in a headlock. SHe came rushing out of the bedroom wearing her robe when she heard Dee's cry for help.

Jean said, "David don't."

It was too late. He had Ronnie bent over and was pummeling his face with hard punches. She grabbed her son and tried to pull him off.

"David, no, it's all my fault. Please stop."

For a second he did stop. He held the boy in a deathgrip and looked at her. Tears welled-up in his eyes and he relaxed his grip. As soon as the boy was free he ran from the room and out the door leaving his shoes in the middle of the rug.

David began to sob.

"How could you, mom, how could you. This is awful. I feel like killing myself. What if he tells somebody. Oh God."

He sat on the couch and cried his eyes out. His girl tried comforting him as best she could. Jean could only watch from a distance, her heart broken at the mortal blow she had delivered her son.

What he must be going through, she thought. And what he must've went through when he saw his mother in a fit of passion being sucked out by his best friend.

"David, please understand. This had nothing to do with your father. I feel bad enough as it is."

He couldn't answer her. His mind was thinking about how Ronnie must have suckering him all this while to buy time with his mother. What difference did it make that everything happened after Dad left. It was still his friend and his mother that had done this behind his back, made a fool of him.

"You dirty whore," he called his mother. Dee rubbed his back and looked at her with vengeful eyes.

"David please don't talk like that. I'm still your mother."

"You're a tramp. That's what you are." And he took his girl's arm from his shoulders and pushed it away.

"How could you, how could you," he kept repeating over and over. My own mother with my best friend. It's a nightmare."

Seeing him there sobbing away like a child in pain she was reminded of all those times she had taken care of him when he was sick. He looked just like that right now, and she couldn't resist going over to him and offering him her comfort.

She went and sat by his side and took him in her arms. To her great relief he offered no resistance. Her heart melted when he said, "Oh mom," and hugged her close to him and began weeping on her shoulder."

"There, there," she heard herself say as she patted his back. "Don't worry everything's going to be all right. I promise."

He stopped weeping and lifted himself up still holding her close to him. She said:

"David, you have to understand that when your father left it was very difficult for me. I was very depressed and did something I never would have done if the circumstances had been different."

She said the wrong thing. There was fire in his eyes.

"But why Ronnie, why did it have to be my best friend."

There was no explanation that would sufficiently explain her tortured state that her driven her to her desperate act. She tried to console him.

"It was no slight against you, dear. I can't offer any reason for my action. I wish to God things could've been different."

He was a little more himself now and seemed to gather his manly courage. He got up and dried his eyes with his handkerchief and blew his nose. Dee got up and stood by his side.

The way his girl followed his every move reminded her of her and Robert when in the beginning of their relationship they had gone through a great crisis. Robert's father had died in an awful car accident and nothing she could say was enough to relieve the pain. But Robert had said that she had been a great comfort to him during that time and he didn't know what he would've done without her.

"I'm going for a walk. I have to think things out."

"Will you be back?"

"I'll try," was all he said and the both of them left.

Now her moments alone were sheer agony. Not only had she wrecked her reputation but she seriously damged her son emotionally. There was only one thing she could do, something her pride had prevented her from doing all along.

Now, however, pride seemed a little thing compared to the future of her son. The incredible situation she had caught her in made evident the kind of mother she had been the last year or so.

With heavy hands that were strangely sure of themselves, she searched the end table drawer for the number the lawyer had given her. She paused for a moment as she experienced a moment of cowardice for the concession she was about to make.

All of a sudden her fingers were trembling as she dialed the number. She waited breathlessly as the phone rang on the other end at least five times before it was picked up. Finally, someone answered.

"Hello."

"Robert, is that you?"

"Why, Jean, how nice of you to call."