Chapter 6
On Saturday she was up early and did all the food shopping that would be needed to feed two boys. She was enchanted with the notion, that at least for a short while, she was involving herself in a family atmosphere once again.
She placed everything where it belonged and checked David's room to see if his friend had unpacked. She found Ronnie's clothes draped all over the bead. Boys will be boys was her first reaction.
She placed his clothes in David's bureau and could smell his manly odor left on the garments. It reminded her of the ritual with her husbands clothes, that clean from washing, would still leave a slight trace of his person.
It was a blazing hot summer day and being that the boys weren't about she figured it was a good idea to take advantage of the pool. Here she did a strange thing out of impulse. Instead of putting on her normal suit, she wore the skimpy affair that had been cause of the ruckus the other day at the pool.
She looked at herself in the mirror when she finsihed getting into it. No wonder Ronnie had been in stupor over her figure. The garment clung to her like laminated plastic. When she sat down her plump flesh seemed to pour out the sides of the suit.
She grabbed a towel and went to the pool. She laid it down by the side and went to the board. She concentrated on her form so as to make a perfect dive. She bolted from the spring in the board and gracefully swooned into the. fresh blue water.
She brought her head to the surface and shook the water from her face. Then she lay back and back stroked throughout the length of the pool. All during her exercise she had the distinct impression that someone was watching her.
The dive had made her feel so good she decided to do it again. This time her suit clung to her body with a ferocious pull. The entire garment threatened to fall from her body and her breasts, nipples and pubic hair were clearly visible through it.
She went to the board and repeated the movement and dived into the water with a hushed slap. She seemed to be a careless creature now and let herself feel the water as it soaked her fevered body.
Her clitoris finally seemed cooled. She looked around and there was no one there but her. She felt safe and serene for the first time in months. Then a sudden thud pricked the hair on the back of her neck to attention.
"Who's there'" she nervously yelled trying to hide her fear.
"It's me, Mrs. Meyers, I forgot something and had to come back for it."
It was Ronnie, Oh God, she couldn't let him see her like this. Then she wondered to herself exactly how long he had been there.
"Ronnie, where's David."
"He's down on the field playing frisby with the girls."
"And what are you doing here?"
He couldn't very well tell her that he had come back to get his nickle bag of marijuana that he had left in a pair of jeans in his luggage. So he lied:
"David thought you might need a hand with the packages."
"Why didn't he come himself."
He thought for a moment trying to dig up an answer," He told me I might as well put away my clothes too."
"That's already done."
Uh oh, he thought. I hope she didn't find the nick.
"Could you tell me where you put everything."
Jean was feeling like a new woman from her swim and was brimming with energy from the freshness of the water. Instead of yelling to him from the pool she got out. Ronnie's eyes were giant blue clouds as he viewed her voluptuous frame.
"Come with me," she said, "and I'll show you where I put everything."
The boy obediently followed her form as she picked up the towel and walked to the glass door. He caught a glimpse of her nicely rounded breasts as she had bent over and then gazed at her bulbous ass as he followed her into the house.
She walked into the house and the sway of her hips seemed to move of their own will as she felt his eyes on her. She was sure he had been watching her for longer than he would admit.
Her mind flashed to the moment when she had met the football captain at her door when he came for his date. She turned to look at Ronnie and for an instant thought that he was the other boy from her past.
They were in David's room.
"Here, your pants are in the dresser and I hung your shirts in this closet."
She raised her arm to show him the direction of the closet and her heavy breasts showed thought the wet suit. Her nipple rose as it rubbed against the light fabric. But instead of shame-faced embarrassment, she let the feeling rush to her clitoris.
"Thanks, Mrs. Meyers, I think I can handle the rest of it myself."
"It amazes me that David would send his friend to help his mother. I'm afraid I'm losing control of that boy without his father's influence."
The boy thought of his lie and tried to cover up.
"That's okay, I told him that you were a very nice person and I wouldn't mind at all." He was wondering if she had spotted the pot.
Jean watched him eye her breast and glanced at his cock for a second to check its bulge. Both nipples rose to attention and she looked away to not get him nervous.
"The bed here is a double one actually. You just have to pull it from the bottom like this and bring it up and it snaps into place."
"Oh, here, let me help you with that."
They both went to the bed and she reached down for the handle. As she did her right breast fell from its precarious hold and spilled out into open view.
The boy turned away in embarrassment but the open air on Jeans breasts combined with her hidden passions brought the nipple fully erect. She swooned and heard herself say:
"I could feel your eyes on me in the swimming pool, Ronnie. I was very flattered."
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Meyers, I didn't mean it. It's only that ... ," and his voice trailed off.
"It's only what, dear."
"It's only that you're so beautiful."
"I'm glad you think so, Ronnie, very glad."
With her breast hanging from her snug swimming suit she took a step toward the trembling boy. She bent to him and sweetly planted a kiss on his handsome mouth..
"Do you like me, Ronnie."
"Y..yes, I do."
"Well, then, take me. You have my permission. No one will ever know."
She kissed the boy more firmly now and his nervousness gave way to passion. He kissed her back and she moaned from his pleasant caress.
"Ronnie, suck my breast," and she cupped it in her hand.
The boy stopped kissing her and felt her large tit in his hand and touched the nipple. She moaned in passion and then he put his mouth on the red bud and sucked it with his tongue like a little infant.
"That's good Ronnie, that's very good."
She took out her other breast and placed his hand on it. They both let out a sigh of passion and more rigorously worked on her nipple.
"Ronnie, let me take off your pants."
Suddenly the boy straightened up from his dream.
"What about David, suppose he...."
She stopped him by placing her hand on his mouth. Nothing could stop her now. She must finish what she had begun; her clitoris was on fire and there was no other way to purge the urge.
"I'll lock the door if it makes you feel better. Besides, I'm sure the girls will keep him occupied."
She said this in the hope it would make him a little jealous amd raise his courage. She could understand his bewiderment. But she wouldn't go back-she could only promise herself that she would make this as pleasant for him as possible.
She went and locked her son's door which would guarantee them privacy.
"Here, let me help you take them off."
The boy was stupefied into submission. He let her disrobe him. When she was done he stood totally naked in the room and shivered a little from his fear. This was the first time for him and his terror was compounded by the fact that he would be an inadequate lover besides the fact that her desire for him delievered a pang of conscience.
"Mrs. Meyers, I can't do it. Please let me go."
The sight of the beautiful naked boy had shut her ears to the light of reason. She looked at him and said:
"It'll be our little secret. No one will ever know."
Before he could protest she removed her suit and stood infront of him in living color. He blushed. She thought that the most endearing gesture of all, his innocence.
"You're beautiful, Mrs. Meyers."
"Please, call me Jean."
She moved toward him and clutched his balls and cock in her cool hand. The young stud, despite his fear, came to attention almost immediately.
Jean was charge with lust when she saw his magnificent tool spring into form. His dark tan body glistened like bronze and his blue eyes glittered sparks out underneath his bushy brow. She ran a hand through his nicely coiffed black hair and stroked his penis with the other.
She bent to her knees and took his sturdy cock into her mouth. He gasped from her succulent embrace and held her head with his hands. She let up for a moment.
"If there's anything special you want me to do," she said," just ask." Then she smiled and went back to sucking his cock.
Ronnie was becoming more at ease as her tongue darted along the tip of his prick and her cool hand cupped his balls while the other one stroked his pecker. He dismissed his friend from his mind and settled into the fantastic happening.
Jean took a hand off his dick to rub her clit. She raised up onto her feet so she sould spread the gap open wider and get at the center of the nub. Ronnie noticed this and volunteered:
"Let me do it to you, Jean."
The sound of her name on his lips was her greatest reward so far. It signaled to her that, at least for the time being, they were two people free from the cares of the world and there to satisfy one another.
She got up from her hold on his cock and lay herself on her son's bed. Ronnie came over to her and put his head on her belly which he kissed gingerly. Then he moved his mouth down to her vagina and licked the lips.
"Ronnie, that's so good. You have no idea."
He continued lapping her lips and then worked his way to her clit. He flicked at it once or twice before putting his mouth on it. Then he sucked the enlarged clit and Jean's head was swooning.
"Thank you, honey, oh thank you. I think I'm coming."
She began to push into his face while his tongued mouthed her sensitive are to the limit. He stuck a finger into her cunt and plunged it in and out while his tongue licked her clit.
"Ronnie, I'm coming. Aaaaaaaaaaaaa.. Oh God, it was wonderful."
For the first time in months she felt like herself. Suddenly the fog lifted from her brain and she felt good about herself. Here she was a thirty-six year old divorcee getting it on with a young stud. There was worse things in the world, she had to admit. Laura was right after all. There was nothing wrong in acting like a woman. Seduction was part of her talent, her fulfilment.
This spiritual renewal left her completely uninhibited. Her mind was clearer than it had ever been before. She was careful not to intimidate the boy with her lust and stunt his passion.
"Come to me lover, let me feel you in me. Come Ronnie, don't be bashful. I bet you're very good at it."
"Well, actually, I'm a virgin."
"In many ways so am I dear. Don't give it another thought."
She took him in her arms and laid him down next to her. She grasped his balls while she kissed him full on the lips. His erection was enormous and she yearned to feel his staff inside her womb and filling her to the brim.
The stiffness of his prick assured her that she had allayed his fears. She clutched the staff and begged him to fuck her.
"Don't be frightened, Ronnie, nothing can stop us now. Put it in me. It's so beautiful. Come one, honey."
He took a second. It seemed like he wasn't as yet sure that it was all real. The woman had succeeded in arousing his passion and as she fondled his balls he threw caution to the winds and allowed his instincts full reign.
He moved so fast on top of her that she was startled. He seemed like a mad animal as in the heat of his advance upon her he was too frantic to get it in properly. He smashed the lips of her cunt looking for the point of entry.
"Not so fast, honey. Wait a second, I'll get it."
His motion was so amateurish that it almost brought her head down. For a moment she was reminded of that fateful time on the beach when she had been seduced by that blond-haired monster.
She reached under and with a hand she guided his prick into the opening. She felt the stiff rod penetrate her insides and his balls smacked against the lips of her pussy. She sighed and hugged his broad muscualar back and pulled him into her.
The boy did not know how to successfully meet her rhythm such was her frantic movements. He would try to meet her thrusts but it was always in the wrong direction. Finally she just held him to her completely stationary and she smashed into him wildly from underneath.
This is not the way I imagined it, she thought. She was too lustful and she was shaking his confidence. She sought to control herself more so that he would more freely let his passion take charge.
She stopped writhing for a moment. This had the desired effect. The boy sensed his role and started to pump her evenly and with the full length of his cock.
"That's it love. You sure know how to do it well. You don't act like a virgin at all," she lied.
The boy seemed boosted by the compliment and started to take charge. He put his full weight upon her and kissed her full on the mouth while his cock delved in and out her vagina.
"That's it. Don't be afraid of hurting me. I won't break. Give it to me harder."
He did as she asked. This woman was the horniest he had ever known. Never had anyone begged him for it. On the contrary, every time he had taken liberties with a girl he was always soundly rebuffed. For a second he thought that he was in love.
"Ooo, yes, Ronnie, do it harder."
He couldn't believe that the harder he did it the more she enjoyed it. Normally woman always wanted you to be gently but Jean kept asking for him to do it harder.
He didn't fully understand but the height of his passions got the better of him and he carried out her instructions to the letter. He slapped against her with his cock and forced his weight onto her with every blow.
"Oh baby, I'm coming. Suck my nipple while you fuck me. Now."
She yelled at him and he felt he had to comply. She was crazy with passion and feared not doing the right thing. All of a sudden the expression on her face changed to a blank stare. She took a deep breath and blurted:
"Ronnie, I'm coming, aaaaaaaaa, ooooooooohhh, ah!"
She bucked wildly underneath him as the words came rushing out of her mouth. At the same time he felt his dick wet with the juices of her spasm. The gooey feeling brought him to the razor's edge and he drove into her with great strokes. Finally, with one tremendous last thrust he splurted his gism inside her opened womb. The walls of her cunt pulled his prick into her and she drained him of every last bit of come lodged in his testes.
Both lovers lay on the bed exhausted from their bout with destiny. For a long minute they rested from their labors, their sweat intermingling. Neither one had the courage to move.
Jean felt entirely responsible for the whole affair. How could something which seemed so right at the time now leave them both unable to look the other in the eye.
She looked at him but he wouldn't look at her. The both of them were thinking about David. She made the first move.
"Come on, Ronnie, we'd better get dressed now."
Wordlessly he got up. The back of his neck was red. He felt ashamed and she wished that she could say something that would make him feel better because it was all her fault.
"No one will ever know, Ron. Don't worry."
"If you say so."
That made her feel worse. In her desperate plight she had dragged another soul down with her. If she had been a mass of confusion before, now she was filled with thoughts of suicide.
Evrything seemed to make matters worse. Every time she attmepted to satisfy her natural urges that she had no control over it just got her deeper into trouble.
She looked at him getting dressed. Bashfulness had changed to anger. He must've felt that he had been used in some way. Now it was his job to be David's friend while guarding this tremendous secret.
She tried to make the best of it and make him feel better.
"Ronnie, there was nothing wrong in what we did. There's nothing to be ashamed of."
"Yeah right," he said unconvincingly. He still wouldn't look at her.
"I better go and see what David is doing, okay," he said.
"Sure. Ask him what he would like for dinner tonight."
She paused at her stupid remark. To talk about the normal routine after what had happened must have made him think her a cheap tramp devoid of any feelings. He recovered enough to say:
"No, that's all right. We'll catch something outside. I don't want to be any trouble."
"It's no trouble."
But he didn't answer and continued walking out the door. In another minute Jean was once again left alone to ponder the consequences of her action.
Now she had really blew the top off the roof. He secret meanderings were no longer her own. She had shared her private desire with a less than willing companion and would now have to pay the price in self-recrimination.
She looked at herself in the mirror and thought of the dream. In the dream he had been the devil and she his unwilling prisoner. In the real world she had turned the tables but the end result had been the same-she was the one punished.