Chapter 7
She had to tell him everything. It was the only thing she felt she could do. Even though she knew she might be risking all that had suddenly been returned to her, Nora could not have slept even a night in the same bed with him, if she did not reveal everything to her husband.
The pain in the telling was almost as bad as it had been carrying her guilty secret. Her voice quivered and broke as she told him what had happened between her and Maria, for she feared he would reject her with horror and disgust, once he was informed of her horrible sin.
She could not face him as she spoke, but had to turn away and gaze out the open window at the blinking stars that cut through the black night sky. She had no idea what he was thinking, and did not dare look at him until she was finished.
Her voice was grim as she spoke, her words broken and forced, but she would not turn back, pushing herself to get it all out. From behind her, she could hear his breathing, labored but calm, his silence revealing nothing of his emotions to her anxious ears and trembling heart.
"I didn't know how you would feel, or how you would react," she whispered dully, once she had finished. "I only knew that I had to tell you."
"I understand," he said, evenly. "Believe me, Nora, I do understand!"
She moaned. "I feel sick and disgusted with myself, torn apart inside. I can't explain why I did it, what led me to it, and I just want to die!"
She felt his hands gripping her shoulders, turning her around to face him. "Never say that," he hissed brutally. "Never give in to such weakness. That's not the Nora Skarne I married, she'd never give up that easily."
"Don't you hate me?" she wailed softly. "Don't you find me sickening and disgusting?"
He laughed, coldly. "Believe me, Nora, when I tell you I have heard and seen a lot of things much worse than what you have told me," he whispered. "I have seen things you would not believe possible in my travels."
"But ... but, I'm sick, I'm horrible," she sobbed, unable to keep from crying. "I ... I don't deserve to be in the same room with you!"
"Stop it, God damn you," he snarled. "You're a lonely woman, with a troubled child, under her influence a lot more than she's under yours. It's not abnormal, it's totally understandable, I know it!"
"God, Jake, hold me," she wailed. "Hold me tight, I'm so afraid."
He held her in a fierce embrace, kissing the soft, moist flesh of her cheek, tenderly. "I'm back, honey, there's no need to worry now," he murmured tenderly. "We'll straighten her out, I promise you we will."
Nora could not keep from shuddering violently in her husband's embrace. His soothing voice and comforting words did more to lift the burden she was carrying from her shoulders, than all her prayers or self-punishment ever could. She felt a strength pouring from him, filling her heart and mind with courage, and her crying was that of joy, now, rather than fear and despair.
"What are we going to do, Jake, just what are we going to do?" she murmured fiercely. "I ... I can't do anything with her, I just can't!"
"Softly, darling," he murmured quietly. "Very softly, now. We'll take care of little Maria, I swear it to you."
"If she doesn't learn soon, she'll be ruined," Nora sobbed, thickly. "She'll turn into a horrible, vicious bitch if she doesn't learn soon."
He laughed knowingly. "Don't worry baby," he promised. "We're going to teach her a little lesson, I promise you. It's about time my little girl went to school, I think. The school of life, I mean."
As she walked up the steps of the porch, weaving a bit under the influence of the amount of beer she had drunk, Maria Wesley glared at the front door of her house, defiantly. They were in there, she thought, waiting for her.
She laughed coldly. She was going to show them, show them both. The first thing to do would be to remind her mother where her pleasure and threat lay. Then she would work on the old man.
She leaned against the railing of the porch for a moment, savoring her plan. First, she was going to seduce her mother again, just to keep the memory of her power fresh in the woman's mind. Then, when she had her first chance, she'd get down on the man, give him a taste of his own daughter's lips around his cock. It had just worked on Mark Blyer, it ought to work on him.
Maria laughed savagely and rubbed her palms together. It was going to be fun, winding the two of them around her finger. Going to be a real treat making them dance to her music.
Once she had both of them in her fist, they would have to do exactly what she said. They would be easy, she was certain, for they had the weakness of compassion and feeling, while she had burned that out of herself a long time ago.
She fit the key into the lock and opened the door, stepping in, quietly. She shut the door behind her, and quickly made her way to the stairs leading to the second floor. The house was silent, and she assumed that they had both gone to bed.
She climbed the stairs silently, pausing every so often to listen to the quiet and see if it was broken by anything other than her own, controlled breathing. There was no sound from above though and when she reached the second floor, she quickly made her way down the hall to her mother's bedroom.
She peered in and was surprised to find the woman alone. She gazed at her for a moment, then turned away and checked the guest room. It too was empty, as was her bedroom when she reached it at last.
She shrugged her shoulders and stripped off her sweater and skirt. In her underwear she went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She quickly stripped off her undergarments and stepped under the soothing warm spray, finally relaxing.
So the old lady sent him packing, she thought, grimly. She must have had a few choice words for him, I'll bet. Well, that only made it easier, she thought. Now, she only had the bitch to deal with.
When she stepped out of the shower again, she inhaled the clean scent of her washed body and dried herself with a towel as she returned to her bedroom. She gasped as she saw her mother seated on her bed.
"I ... I thought you were asleep, Mommy," she whispered quickly, taking on the voice and pose that always worked for her. "I ... I didn't want to wake you."
Nora smiled coolly. "Did you have a good time at class?" she asked. "Did you get the part you wanted?"
Eagerly, the young girl nodded. "Ohh, yes, Mister Blyer was happy to give it to me," she giggled, remembering the man's gasp of ecstasy as he popped his load into her sucking mouth. "He didn't want anyone else but me for it."
Nora nodded absently. "I'm glad you had a nice time, darling," she whispered. "Because I think we have a few things to discuss, and I would like you to be in a pleasant mood when we do." Cautiously, the girl made her way around to the other side of the bed. She knotted the towel beneath her breasts and sat down at her dressing table to brush her hair. From the corner of her eye, she was watching her mother, intently.
"Well, Mommy, what did you want to talk to me about?" she asked, innocently.
Her mother shifted in place, loosening the sash about her robe. The girl could see her breasts rising and falling against the garment, damp with a bit of sweat from the warmth of the room.
"It's about your attitude, darling," her mother whispered calmly. "About the very way you look at life itself."
The girl grinned and nodded. "I know, Mommy, I know it's hard to understand," she sighed. She turned and regarded her mother squarely, then. "But you have to realize, I have to act and do things in this manner to get ahead."
"You have to treat people as objects, you have to put fear into your own mother?" the woman hissed. "You have to act like those around you are just so many stones to be stepped on during your climb to the top?"
The girl's eyes narrowed. "Don't insult me, Mommy," she murmured smoothly. "I hate it when you do it, please don't!"
Nora shook her head, violently. "You're a cold, cruel girl, Maria," she hissed. "Someone has to melt the ice around your heart!"
The girl laughed in delight. "Ohh, Mommy, don't be so upset," she giggled. "Everything is going to be fine, I'll take good care of you, I promise."
She stood up then, and crossed over to the far side of the bed. She sat down on the blanket, running her hand back and forth across the surface of it, as she gazed under hooded eyes, at her mother's face.
"Are you feeling lonely, Mommy," she murmured enticingly. "Are you feeling a little restless? Do you want me to give your back a massage?"
The woman groaned, shivering as she watched her daughter tugging at the knot that held her towel around her. Her eyes were narrowed as the girl pulled the towel free and tossed it to the floor beside the bed.
Her flesh was still moist from the shower she had taken, and her tiny, round breasts were a creamy white, topped by the rosy pink of her sweet, lovely nipples. The young girl chuckled warmly as she massaged the small pebbles between her fingers, making them expand into taut erections above her alabaster spheres.
"Ummm, Mommy, I'll bet you want to do this, don't you?" she groaned, softly. "I'll bet you'd like to touch me, now, like we always do, and have me touch you, too!"
She leaned over the bed, then and pulled on the sash to her mother's robe. It came loose and the garment parted, revealing Nora's nakedness beneath it. The woman's breasts were rising and falling with her labored breathing, and her nipples were already hard and stiff above her full, heavy globes.
Giggling in a girlish manner, the teenager squirmed forward and drew up next to her mother, then. She pushed the robe off her mother's shoulders and ran her palms downward over the woman's heaving breasts.
"Ummm, so soft and warm, I just love them, Mommy," she whispered teasingly. "Don't you love it when I touch you like this, I know you do!"
She squeezed the big, soft globes in her fingers, then, and Nora shuddered as a spasm of pleasure rippled through her flesh. She felt the girl kneading her mounds, carefully, her tender thumbs flicking back and forth against her tingling nipples.
The curious mixture of pain and pleasure rippled through Nora's flesh, teasingly, and a soft, quiet groan of delight escaped her lips as her daughter fondled her aching boobs. She felt the girl pinching her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, and Nora shuddered violently in response.
"God, God damn you, that's so good," she whispered harshly. "Damn you for that, Maria, damn you for how good it is!"
The young girl laughed once more and allowed one of her hands to slither down along her mother's body to her tightly clenched thighs. Teasingly, she drove her hand between the damp, warm limbs and slowly forced them apart.
"I'm going to make you feel so nice. Mommy," she cooed softly. "Going to make you feel real good, indeed!"
Nora shivered violently once more as she felt the seeking fingers brushing against the lips of her vagina. A harsh, tingling delight rippled through her loins, and her thighs parted even wider under the insistent prongs.
She shuddered as the girl kneaded her vaginal lips, briskly. She felt the girl rolling and turning them between her fingers, tapping rhythmically at her clit with the soft knob of her thumb.
She gasped as the young girl bent forward and pressed her lips, greedily to her own. The soft, sweet taste of the girl's mouth on hers made the throbbing fire build in her cave, and Nora sighed, with an aching hunger as she felt the girl's tongue probing between her teeth, demandingly.
Her own, flicking spear entwined around the girl's tender prong and the. lips mashed together in a greedy, soulful kiss. She felt the girl's fingers growing more insistent at her cunt and breasts, now fondling and caressing her with an urgent demand.
"Ohh, that's so good, damn you, so good," Nora sighed. She felt the girl pushing her back on the bed, forcing her to lay down. "You're an evil little bitch, Maria, but I can't help but love you, anyway!"
The girl laughed in delight, nodding her head intently. "To be sure, Mommy," she giggled. "But I know you love it so!"
Her laughter was taunting and high pitched as she moved her lips over her mother's neck and breasts. The woman sobbed as the racing pleasure tore through her flesh, making her body tremble and jerk with a violent series of uncontrollable shudders.
She felt Maria's fingers slithering up and down along the cleft between her pussy lips, pinching and tweaking her aching petals, ruthlessly. She moaned softly as the girl rode two fingers suddenly into her cave and buried them deep in her throbbing passage. The harsh, compelling wave of delight ripped through her, then, and she sobbed, her head bouncing against the pillow on the bed.
Greedily, her daughter slid the fingers back and forth along the hot, gripping channel of her mother's cunt. She rolled and twisted the prongs against the woman's quaking inner flesh, enjoying the harsh, gasping moans that escaped her mother's lips.
"Ummm, you're nice and hot and wet, Mommy," she giggled softly. "You're just dying for this, aren't you, Mommy, just dying for it, huh?"
Pumping her fingers rhythmically in and out of Nora's tunnel, she opened her mouth and gathered one of the woman's hard, taut nipples between her teeth. Nora gasped as she felt the girl biting down on her imprisoned nugget, lashing at it savagely with the tip of her pointed tongue.
Greedily, Maria sucked more of Nora's breast into her mouth, and pressed down hard against the damp, twitching clit beneath her thumb. She could feel her mother writhing in exquisite agony under her attack, and she laughed gruffly, as she sucked and lathered her breast.
Her fingers pumped back and forth along the woman's cunt passage with increasing rhythm and force, now, turning briskly against the shimmering inner walls to bring the woman to the peak of ecstasy.
From the way her flesh was undulating so violently against the plunging digits, the girl sensed her mother was reaching the point of climax much sooner than ever before, and she quickly began to kiss her way down to the hot, dripping channel.
As her lips paused at the edge of Nora's pubic hair, the young girl whispered coldly against her flesh. "You belong to me, now, Mommy," she hissed. "You will always belong to me, from now on!"
She felt a pair of hands suddenly taking hold of her arms from behind and she gasped in pain and shock as she felt her arms being forced up behind her back. A voice, harsh and cold hissed at her from over her shoulder.
"Nobody belongs to anybody," snarled her father. She turned her head and stared at him in shock. "No one is anyone's slave, you have to learn that, Maria."
"What ... what do you think you're doing?" she moaned, wildly. "Let go of me, damn it, let go of me, now!"
She was struggling violently, trying to pull free of his grasp, but he only forced her arms upward a little further. She winced in pain and ceased fighting, and he eased the pressure off her arms a bit.
"I'm going to teach you not to use people, Maria," he snarled coldly. "Just as you have been using others for your enjoyment, so are you going to be used for ours now. Perhaps you will learn something from it!"
She gasped as he held both of her wrists in his hand, then shuddered in horror as she heard his zipper being drawn down with a cruel, vicious hiss.