Chapter 13
John had gone unexpectedly to San Francisco, and Tad and Laura dined alone. She was very cool with him, very formal, taking little notice of his remarks. She was even dressed more discreetly as if she feared arousing him. He tried to thaw her out with some conversation, but she would not respond.
She's afraid, he thought. To test her, he talked about a sexy X-rated film he had seen in Europe in which a beautiful girl was stripped in a taxi by a lustful cabdriver and was laid not only by him but by several men in a cafe he took her to. The girl, who felt guilty about a crime she had committed, told him she would take on all his friends. The sex scenes were very explicit, including close-ups of the girl's beautiful buttocks and breasts, and one scene in which her eyes were seen rolling with passion as a man sucked her nipples.
Laura flushed as he went into vivid, clinical details. Then she changed the subject firmly and told him the film sounded very boring. He switched the conversation to John.
"When is he coming back from San Francisco?" he asked her.
"Tomorrow," she said, "about one in the afternoon."
"Too bad," Tad said. "I wanted to get back to our chess games. We used to play a lot in the old days."
"Chess? I didn't even know he played it. We always play gin rummy. It's my favorite game."
"Oh?" he said. "I like it a lot myself. Played it all the time back in camp. What do you say we play a few hands. For a quarter of a cent a point. There's nothing good on TV."
"Gee, I don't know," she said. "I'm really very tired."
You lying bitch, he told her silently. You slept most of the afternoon. You're probably afraid I'll find a way to get my hands on that little snatch of yours. He was careful not to stare too much at her legs and breasts. He had to avoid giving her the impression that he wanted to lay her. That was what had put her on her guard. The experience earlier had scared her. She was afraid he'd whip out his cock and dangle it teasingly in front of her eyes. She didn't trust herself, especially with John away all night.
"I think I'll go to sleep early," she said smiling. "I-I promised to do some early morning shopping with a friend."
He had to head her off quickly before she had the door slammed and locked in his face. She really was on her guard.
"Please," he begged. "Just play a little while. It helps me to sleep. We can have the maid get us some drinks, and we'll play a couple of records."
"Okay, well play an hour or so," she said. She would make certain she went upstairs before the maid drove away. That way he would not follow her. It would be too obvious.
They moved to the den, which was very comfortable with its new couches and upholstered chairs. He put on several musical comedy records and made her relax. He bided his time. The drinks worked quickly on her, he could see. After the second one, she began to smile more openly, and he noticed that she sat differently. She allowed her dress to slide over her knees, and at one point her legs opened so that he could see her inner thighs. He hated the bitch, but looking at her crotch excited him nevertheless. She wore a thin, flowery-print pair of panties, and he could see the crotch-piece pressed tautly against her pussy. He could not help wondering how many men had been in her snatch, how many before she had hooked John with her perfumed pussy, and how many afterwards.
But he played it cool. He talked glibly about Europe, the theater there, the nightlife, sports, sightseeing, and he kept half the couch between them. He took care also to see that she won several games, playing just well enough to make her victories seem very hard won. By the third drink, she was flushed with excitement over the game and completely oblivious to the fact that the maid had left half an horn earlier.
He put on a lively Broadway smash musical record and excused himself politely. Once he reached his room, he took a tape recorder from his closest.
For several minutes, he fumbled with it to see if it recorded voices at various levels. He was especially concerned about whether it picked up whispers. When he was satisfied that the high fidelity microphone picked up everything, he tested it by putting it well under his bed and out of sight. It worked very well. He had tried it out at parties a few times when couples were alone and unaware they were being recorded. It had done very nicely then. Now it had to be perfect.
Moving very quietly to Laura's room with it, he shoved it under the bed. The switch was conveniently placed so that he could put his hand down between the bed and the wall and turn it on. She would know nothing. If he guessed right, by then she would not only be a little too drunk, she'd be so horny that all she'd be worried about was his cock. She would be dying to have him fuck her or go down on her. Anything to relieve her sexual desire. And he would be doing just that. Before he touched the damned switch, he would make sure his cock was deeply imbedded in her cunt and that she was oblivious to everything else.
Giving the machine a final voice level test, he left the room and returned to Laura. His stepmother, as he had hoped, had taken an extra drink while he was upstairs. It was almost all gone by the time he got there.
"Hell of a thing to do," she pouted. "I was just about to yell gin when you walked out on me."
"Sorry," he grinned. "I had a headache. But I'm okay now. Let's keep playing. I had no idea you were so good. You ought to be in the tournament at Las Vegas, no kidding."
They continued playing. After each game, he kissed her hands, affectionately at the outset, then more and more sensually. Between games, he refilled her glass. She was so excited by the game that when the phone rang an horn later, she grimaced like a disappointed child.
She picked up the instrument and spoke into it in a rather blurred voice.
"For you," she said with obvious disdain. "Girl. Now don't chicken out because I'm winning."
She leaned back against the pillows of the couch as he spoke and regarded him with an amused, drunken stare. She was oblivious to the fact that her legs were well apart and that he could stare up under her dress as he spoke into the phone. Her breath was coming faster now and she looked at him with a more relaxed expression. No fear of him was evident. As he spoke, he caressed her bare ankle with his free hand. She smiled, gratefully. He felt elated. Another drink, another game or so, and he would be able to carry her upstairs to the bedroom. Looking at the crotch of her panties, he had a wild impulse to put his head up between her thighs and kiss her pussy. It would get up a head of steam immediately. When you licked a nymphomaniac's cunt, she was your slave, as he remembered from his experience abroad. But his head cautioned him to play it cool a while longer.
The caller was Jill. Damn it, why did she have to call now?
"Come over," she said affectionately. "I'm lonely."
"I can't. I'm busy".
"With little Laura, you mean?" she asked teasingly.
"Look, I'll call you tomorrow," he said quickly, uncomfortably aware of Laura's stare.
"You're not thinking of committing a little incest," Jill said cruelly. "I've seen your stepmother up close, dear, and I can understand the temptation."
"You're all mixed up about that," Tad said.
"Am I? Then why are you speaking so strangely?" Jill asked. "You're probably sitting naked on the couch with her, you good-for-nothing horny stud, and waiting for her to get drunk enough for you to cart her up to bed."
She was so close to the truth that he had to laugh.
"I'm right?" Jill said triumphantly.
"No!" he said fiercely. "Look, I got to go now."
"Darling, just remember what the Marquis de Sade once said. 'Beware of weird pussies. They have a way of fighting back.'"
He hung up, laughing. Jill was probably pretty drunk herself. She was probably sitting there with a martini shaker feeling goddamned lonely. He felt guilty because he was not there with her. But what he was doing here was more mgent and had to be done now.
"Yom little girlfriend?" Laura asked, sipping her drink. Her voice was quite blurred now. "Am I keeping you here against your will?" she asked teasingly.
"No, she bores me. I like her, but she's just a nice ldd, that's all. I think actually I've outgrown her."
"Have you now?" Lama smiled. "And what are you up to now? More adult women?"
"Much more adult. Someone like you maybe," he said hungrily.
"My ... look at him," she said in mock horror. "He looks as if he wanted to eat me up. Wow, I've had too many drinks."
He stroked her leg gently so as not to frighten her. "I don't want to eat you up exactly. You're close, but I have other things in mind."
"Such as?" she said giggling, as she set down her drink.
"Such as?" He moved a bit closer to her. "Such as starting by kissing your lovely lips, then moving my tongue along your luscious titties until I feel your gorgeous nipples growing hard in my mouth."
"Hey, come on, fella..." she began, but her eyes were gloating with excitement as he continued.
"Then I'd like to lick your pussy and eat it as it should be eaten, with my tongue way up and exciting you. Honey, till you've felt my tongue in your pussy, you've never been eaten right. I was famous in the army for that"
"I don't think I should listen to this land of talk," she said, without conviction. Then she giggled. "You sure talk sexy, don't you? So that's what you were famous for in the U.S. Army, huh? Eating little girls?"
"And big ones," he grinned. "I've gone down on some of the top models in Germany and France. They loved it because I'm good at it."
"Maybe you ought to go back there," she joked.
"Not when I can find someone like you here," he said, as he leaned over and kissed her passionately.
Tad," she said, laughing. But she did not push him away.
"I've never met anyone as lovely as you, Lama," he whispered. "I just can't stay away. You're so exciting, so wonderful. I love the way you smell, the way you look, the way you laugh ... the way you do my thing."
He kissed her again. She took it without flinching and then shook her head.
"I knew this would happen. I knew it I shouldn't have played with you."
He took her back in his arms and stroked her pussy with his forefinger. She squirmed in his arms and spread her thighs farther apart.
"Oh, you louse," she said laughing and shaking her head, as much at her own weakness as at him. "You knew I was going to and you knew I'd give in, and I knew it. I knew I'd collapse if you touched me between my legs once and here I am opening them for you. Boy, am I crazy. Crazy and drunk."
He picked her up in his arms and as he did, he moved her crotch up to his lips. Her dress was rolled back. He held her like that and rubbed his nose into her crotch, then moved his tongue along the surface of her inner thighs just below her pussy. She moaned aloud as he wet her thighs. A second later, carrying her as if she were a baby, he took her upstairs. With the hand behind her back he grabbed the bottle.
When they reached her room, he dumped her gently on her bed and removed her dress. Then he took off her brassiere, losing each of her lovely breasts as he did. She sucked in her breath with his mouth glued over her nipples. When he got up, he could see .that she was ready for anything. Her eyes had the glow of someone in heat. A trace of caution was still there, however.
"Not a hot idea, Tad. What if John finds us here? Get madder than hell. You know that."
"He's in San Francisco, dear," he said as he removed his pants and shoes. "Besides, I'll be gone long before he arrives."
She laughed. "You better believe it. Get me another drink. I'm thirsty."
He fixed them two more drinks and then got into bed with her. Despite himself, he was very horny. His stepmother, no matter what he thought of her morals and ethics, was a very sexy-looking creature, and naked in bed beside him with her long, beautifully shaped legs and her superbly sculptured tits, she was simply irresistible. As he looked at her, she reached over and played with his cock. It had been somewhat flaccid when he got onto the bed, but as her long, manicured fingers played over his genitals, it seemed to explode into the air like a billiard cue in a three-D movie. She laughed as she saw what happened to him.
"My ... peter is way up there, isn't he? Would peter like a little kiss?"
"More than a little," he answered.-m
She lowered her head and began to tease the outside of his cock. He moved his back against the pillows and watched her with a new interest. Now that she had accepted the idea of having sex with him, she was very methodical about it. Her mouth was sucking him very competently. He noticed that after the initial pecking at the head and side of his cock, she swallowed an incredible portion of it
Many girls had done it with distaste. Or they merely put the head inside and very little of the shaft. But Laura took as much as she could hold. It gave her so much pleasure that Tad had to smile. She sucked his penis with the same gusto that a hungry man attacked a steak.
He took it for several minutes. Then, just as he was about to come, he pulled out of her mouth with alacrity.
"Hey," she said in a plaintive tone, "what gives?"
"I want to play," he said in a boyish voice. "Don't like to get it over too soon. It's fun if you prolong the thing. Turn over."
She arched her brows at him. "Oho ... you're one of those, are you."
"Yep."
"Well, be careful. I don't mind a little ass loving once in a while, but I'm kind of small down there. You're not going to hurt me, are you?"
"Wouldn't dream of it," he said quickly. "I'll be very, very gentle."
When her round, white buttocks faced him, he lifted them up so they would be easier to get to. Then, playing with her breasts, he asked her playfully if she were afraid of what he was about to do. He was anxious to avoid getting her angry.
"Better tell me first," she said.
"Well, I want to put my cock way up into your ass. But I won't do it if you're nervous. You sound nervous and I don't want to even try, really, unless you're sure. My pecker's land of big, as you know."'
For a long moment she was silent as she remained on her knees, her buttocks waiting to be penetrated a few inches from his stiff penis.
"Have you ever had it in the ass, baby, really, or were you just faking it a little a minute ago when you said you didn't mind a little ass loving?"
"Oh, I've had it. Lots of times. And I enjoy it. If a man knows what he's doing."
"I know what I'm doing," he said cheerfully. "I'm an ass man from way back. I had my first girl that way. When I was seventeen. I was in the park with a girl in my class and she wouldn't let me put it into her cunt. But she agreed to let me rub it against her ass. Well, I got so excited, I pulled down her panties and stuck it into her ass-hole. She nearly jumped a mile when I put it in but she loved it anyhow. No, I'm an ass specialist from way, way back," he grinned.
"Way, way behind, you mean," she said, laughing. He joined in her laughter. This was good, he thought. She was in a relaxed, friendly mood. He had to keep her that way so she would talk freely about her role in his mother's illness.
"Ever hear about the milkman who was late delivering on the third floor?" he asked mischievously, as he patted her ass affectionately and fingered her bushy crotch.
"No, why was he late on the third floor?" she asked.
"Because he got a little behind on the second."
She exploded with laughter, convulsed by the joke. He made a mental note to save it for his next attempt at a back door lay.
"Tell you what really gets me in the mood," he said suddenly. "How about us doing some ass-hole sixty-nining first?"
"Asshole sixty-nining?" she repeated surprised. "I've never done that. Oh, I've had the usual thing where I eat the guy while she licks my crotch ... . "
"She?" he said quickly. He laughed, and after a moment, she laughed, too.
"Okay, okay ... so I've done it with a girlfriend. But I'm not queer. It was just that this girl came to see me with a hard luck story about losing her job, and we naturally had some drinks and we started kissing. She turned out to be a little queer herself-something I had never known, though I suspected. Anyway she started licking my pussy ... just put her head between my legs and I just went out of my mind. We were on the floor and suddenly I was licking her pussy as she licked mine. I did it with her a few times more, but I don't go in for girls as a usual thing. Anyway, I never tried ass-hole sixty-nining with anybody. But I'm game if you are."
'Tine," he said. "Lift your ass a little higher so I can get my face into it easier." She did so. Then, taking a fat pillow from the head of the bed, he positioned it under her hips.
"Hey, I feel like I'm about to go over a mountain or something," she laughed.
"Don't worry. I'm going to keep you on the mountain with my mouth, baby. I won't let you fall."
He told her to spread her legs as if she were about to undergo a gynecologist's examination and then moved his head so he could attack her cunt with it.
Slowly he began to h'ck her pussy, just to get her warmed up. He felt her tremble with the excitement it caused in her.
"Do it to me at the same time, honey. I love it, too." his voice was very persuasive, but he made no attempt to sound as if he were ordering her to do it.
Almost reluctantly, it seemed to him, she began to lick the side of his cock. Then she put the head in her mouth for a moment and laved it. He thought she would never get around to the ass-hole when suddenly, dropping her lips from his stiff penis, she took a deep breath and spread his buttocks as wide as she could.
"That's it, that's it," he said encouragingly. She stopped a second to catch her breath. The taste of his cock was so strong in her mouth that it was affecting her as catnip affects a cat
Suddenly the phone rang.
"If it's anyone for me," he said irritably, "tell her I've gone to sleep." It would be just like Jill to call him again just at the wrong moment. But he was wrong. It was his father.
"No, John, dear," she was saying quickly, and with a note of impatience that Tad regretted. "I'm all right. It's silly for you to take an early plane. No, I'm not all that lonely. Take all the time you need up there."
She made a sign to Tad of a gossipy, over-talkative man on the phone. Closing her hand on the receiver, she said aloud, "Yacketa yacketa. Your old man sure loves to talk."
"No," she said peremptorily into the phone. "I do not want to join you up there. I'm too tired to go up there. I-I hurt my back a little in diving. I'll go up there next time, dear. And I mean it, don't hurry back on my account Take care of all the business you have to up there."
The old goat," she told Tad, laughing as she hung up. "Fifty-seven years old and he's friskier than a kid of twenty. You should have heard him on the phone. All he has on his mind is sex. If I didn't stop, he'd be in bed with me all day."
Looking at the girl's gorgeous round tits and her wet, dark cunt with its pink lips, Tad could not blame his father. Even though he had no emotional interest in the girl, his cock got stiff just eyeing her nakedness. He had never seen any female that got him so aroused. It was not merely that she was lovely in every department. The strange combination of bushy cunt and satin-smooth skin were the kind of mixture that inflamed a man's sexual appetite. All he could think of while he was with this delicious cunt was how to get into her snatch or her ass.
"You know something," she said into his ear. "I wish I had met you first. God, what a fantastic pair we'd have made, you and I." As she spoke, his hand moved down to turn on the tape recorder.
"I know. I was thinking the same thing," he lied. "I was jealous the first day I got here. But what the hell, he is my father. If he weren't, I'd have proposed on the spot."
She looked at him oddly. "You mean that?"
"Sure," he grinned. "Man, you really threw me."
"You'd really marry me if he weren't you dad?"
He nodded. Anything to get the bitch in the right mood. Let her think he was mad about her. She would loosen her tongue that much faster.
"Well, he isn't your father," she said, watching him.
"What?" he asked, smiling.
"He isn't your father," she said simply. He grabbed her arm. "Then who is?" She shook her head. "I shouldn't have said anything."
"Please," he begged. When she continued to hesitate, he began to lick her breasts, running his tongue over her nipples and then moving toward her crotch. He sucked her cunt vigorously for a moment as she groaned, then stopped as she was peaking in her excitement.
"Oh, please ... please don't stop ... oh, don't please. You got to keep giving me head. I'm way up there ... please ... please."
"Tell me who it is," Tad said, "and I'll keep doing it. You've got to. It's important to me."
"Don't ever tell him I told you. He had a fight with your mother once and she told him you were really Johnson's son. She didn't marry Johnson because he couldn't stay on in medical school unless he were single. That was the only reason."
"No wonder he hated her. That must have made John furious," Tad said, rubbing her ear. "So he got you to help him get rid of her, right?"
"No," she said drunkenly. "I didn't do anything."
Her reaction convinced him she was lying, she was answering out of fear. He tried to reassure her.
"Look, I don't care. My mother and I weren't too close. She hated my guts and that's why I left to join the Army. But if that money's mine, I want it. I want to go back overseas and take you with me. You'd love it there."
"Where?" she said boozily.
"Everywhere. Paris, Rome, London. Later, Mexico and Rio. With my mother's money, we'd be very well off. Then when I get back, I want to get into movie work. I did a lot of directing of training films in the Army and I can invest in an independent film company. Make some features."
"My God, that sounds exciting," she said, her alcohol-drenched senses inflamed by the picture of the future he was drawing. "I've done some extra work here, and I could maybe take some acting lessons. You think I could?" She was plaintive in her desire to be part of his golden fantasy.
"I'd get you the best teacher in Hollywood, honey," he said, "but that's if I get my share of the estate. You've got to help me protect that by showing how John cheated me."
She shook her head in a new twinge of fear.
"I love you, baby. We could be together. Always. Just tell me the truth, darling. I'll protect you. You don't want to stay with him. He's just a jealous old bastard who'll make life miserable for you. You're probably getting tired of him already."
"Yes," she admitted.
"We could be married in a few weeks. You'd come to Mexico with me and get your divorce, and we could be married there and then fly to Paris. Wouldn't that be great?"
"Oh, God, yes ... yes."
'Then tell me the whole story, dear."
He kissed her pussy slowly and raised his head, playing with her breasts as he spoke gently, putting the words in her ear.
"He hired you as his secretary and then told you what you had to do, right?"
"Not at first We had an affair. He told me he hated his wife. I could see he was in love with me and I knew he was rich. So I told Carol and Tom about it and they figured it out that I could get John to divorce your mother and then settle a lot of money on me. John was willing to do it. He was crazy in love with me. Sick with it, and he would have crawled if I asked him to. He agreed to flaunt the affair right in your mother's face, to drive her to a divorce lawyer. But she must have guessed that was what we had in mind, and she refused.
"Then Tom came up with another idea. He made me threaten to leave John unless we could be legally married in six months. To make him worried, I started going out with other guys, young guys, and it drove John out of his head. You know how jealous he gets. Finally he started fighting with your mother to force her to file for divorce. But she refused. She wanted to wait till you got home before deciding on a divorce."
"What happened then?" Tad asked. He continued to caress her snatch so that the girl would not stop. Still moaning with pleasure, Lama went on.
"Tom thought of the idea of getting John to give me holdings in a new company built up with your mother's securities. John didn't like the idea at first But I convinced him that it was the only way. I said
I was worried he would toss me over for another girl, later, that I was passing up other good offers and I needed to be sure he wouldn't desert me. He bought it and pressured your mother into transferring her shares to him. He tried to convince her he would go bankrupt without her help."
Laura opened her legs wide and offered her cunt to Tad.
"Oh, let's not talk about this anymore, dear. It's so unpleasant. Play with my pussy, darling. I love it when you touch me there or put your tongue in it. Give me some more head, sweetie."
Tad kissed her cunt quickly and flipped his tongue in and out.
"Later, baby, later," he said. "Tell me the story. We're talking about the facts that may make our marriage possible very soon. Remember?"
She nodded and resumed her confession with a sigh. Tom Baxters' plan was to have Laura control the new holding company capitalized with Tad's mother's shares and some cash. John insisted only that Laura could not sell the holdings unless he added his own signature. Still Marion Marshall had dawdled and dragged her feet. Then Tom made Laura force the issue with John.
"He found out that the shares would probably drop in value unless we could sell them fast. He made me threaten to leave John unless he in turn threatened Marion with a scandal about you. He told your mother he'd blab publicly that you were a bastard born of a cheap affair with Dr. Johnson. Marion finally signed over the shares.
"But Marion got very hostile and muttered a lot about taking legal action if the shares were not returned in a few months because they really belonged to you, Tad."
"So they decided to murder her," Tad said sadly.
Lama nodded. "Tom brought in Dr. Forsythe, the abortionist, who owed Tom over nine thousand dollars in gambling debts. When Forsythe was threatened with a visit by Tom's bill collectors, a couple of hoods, he agreed to act as Marion's doctor and feed her a drug that slowly corroded her liver.
"No more tonight, darling," she said. "Gimme another drink and let's do another sixty-nine. I want to suck you while you eat me." She moved her body so that her cunt was pressed against his face, and his cock could enter her mouth. He begged her to continue for just a few more minutes.
Lama looked like a child who has been refused candy, but she continued her story nevertheless. It had taken a little work to get John's cooperation in the murder plan. But he was too lovesick to hold out long, and he and Marion had been bitter with one another for a long time. They waited till Dr. Johnson left for a holiday so he wouldn't probe into Marion's mysterious illness. Then one night, at Dr. Forsythe's request, she started putting some pills into Marion's coffee and soup.
"I hated it," Lama told Tad. "I really had nothing against your mother. But they were pressuring me night and day, and I was afraid of Tom and Carol. They threatened to loll me when I said I wanted out. I had to go through with it. The first time I gave her the poison pills, I felt miserable, but afterwards I tried not to think about it."
He listened with mounting disgust. He wanted to strangle her, but he had to listen, to get it down on the tape. What made it even worse was that she continued to stop and insist that he make love to her. She needed the assurance that he still loved her and wanted her. At intervals, therefore, he had to lower his mouth and suck her cunt to get her peaked and eager again.
"Finish the story, Laura," he pleaded.
She looked at him slyly. "No. Laura's already talked too much. Make love to me. Maybe after we make love."
"But I need those facts, dear. I explained that to you."
"After we make love," she said petulantly. He saw that in her current state, he'd better not argue with her. Once she sobered up, she'd clam up completely or, worse, she'd fall into a stupor-filled sleep. He had to keep her awake and excited.