Chapter 4
The more Tad thought about it, the more it seemed to him that something was very wrong in the setup of the Marshall family. His father was obviously very jealous of his new bride-not that Tad blamed him. Laura was a hot-blooded bitch, seemingly always ready for fucking, sucking, or anything else that came to her nymphomaniacal mind.
Tad shuddered to think of the sight that would have greeted John Marshall had he been a few minutes late in arriving at the patio. The girl had already been rubbing his cock through his trousers and had been getting ready to unzip him, while Tad's own hands had been moving between her legs. A few minutes more would have seen her naked, and him with his stiff cock plunging into the hairy cunt between her legs.
Then there really would have been a scene!
Restless, Tad went back to his room-and was immediately sorry he'd done so. He could hear the sounds of bedsprings creaking from the bedroom that had once belonged to both his parents. He heard Laura giggle.
"You want me to suck it for you, honey?" she teased.
Tad clenched his fists and wondered if she were talking so loudly for his benefit.
"You know I do. I've missed you, Laura," his father's deep voice boomed. "Come on, get busy."
Apparently she got busy, for the air was filled with the sounds of his father moaning his pleasure.
There was also the sound of Laura murmuring as though she'd never tasted anything so good in her entire life. "Mmmmmm," she said, "I love to suck your cock."
Tad couldn't take anymore of it. He raced from his room and went out to the patio, where he couldn't hear the offending sounds. He was annoyed that he was angry. After all, it wasn't as though his father was cheating, because Laura was legally his wife. But that wasn't the reason for his anger, and Tad knew it, though he didn't want to face the fact.
He was jealous. His father should have stayed a respectable middle-aged widower instead of marrying such a young, beautiful girl. Tad wanted Laura for himself-and he knew he could never have her.
"Except when Dad. isn't looking," he muttered disgustedly.
Of course, that wasn't all of the problem either. When he calmed down sufficiently to think about it, Tad suspected that something strange had been going on during his absence. His mother's illness, her having been cremated when she had always wanted to be buried in the family plot, his not having been notified of any of this in time to do anything about it, his father's apparent reluctance to discuss the matter. All of this increased his suspicions.
Later that evening they had a quiet dinner, just the three of them. Laura had prepared it herself, and it was delicious-almost as delicious as Laura herself.
Well, at least, Tad thought, she's good for something besides fucking!
They were drinking coffee when he started asking the questions that plagued him.
"I was all mixed up," John Marshall told him. "I didn't know what I was doing. Your mother died, and I was in a state of shock. Fortunately, I had Laura here to help me. I don't know what I would have done without her."
Gone to a whore to get your rocks off, probably, Tad thought. He said, "Exactly what was wrong with Mom? I mean, what was her illness?"
The old man sighed. "Do we have to go over it now?"
"Yes," Tad said determinedly.
"She had heart trouble," Laura said.
"Her heart was as sound as mine," Tad snapped.
"Since when have you been licensed to practice medicine, young man?" his father said sternly. "Dr. Johnson made the diagnosis and treated her for the condition. We thought she was all right again, and then suddenly-"
"For Pete's sake," Laura Interrupted, "stop it Tad, can't you see your father's been through enough grief without having to relive it because of you?"
"Dammit," Tad said, pounding the table with his fist, "she was my mother, and I want to know what happened to her. For all I know you two might have killed her so you could be together."
"Tad!" His father's face was white with shock. Tad stared at Laura's white, stunned features. He hated her for trying to take his mother's place. He wanted to yell at her that she was nothing but a slut, that no one could replace his mother, especially some damn whore who showed off her stinking cunt and reached for any cock that was handy.
Instead, he turned and walked swiftly out onto the patio. The cool air enveloped him, and he was aware suddenly that his body was covered with perspiration. Gloomily, he stared down at the rippling waters of the pool lit by underwater fights. He knew without seeing the man that his father was standing behind him.
"I ought to kick your ass all the way down to the ocean for saying something stupid and cruel like that," the older man said quietly. "Do you have any idea how you've upset Laura?"
"No," Tad said, "I don't!"
Upset why? he wondered idly. Because I was close to the truth, perhaps? The thought sledge-hammered into his brain. Suppose Laura had been instrumental in his mother's death. That would explain why everything had been hushed up and why the body had been cremated!
One thing was certain: he couldn't leave now, not with so many more questions to ask, not only of his father and Laura, but of many people.
He said, "I'm sorry, Dad. I was pretty shocked by the news of Mother's death. I guess I still haven't gotten over it"
The old man put an affectionate arm around his son's shoulders. "I understand, son. Believe me, I do. And I suppose Laura was pretty much of a surprise, too."
"You can say that again."
But he wouldn't know, not yet anyway, how much of a surprise Laura had been-in her tiny bikini bathing suit that came off with no trouble at all, with her luscious legs that could spread at a moment's notice, her mouth that could suck a stranger's cock, her slim hands that could unerringly guide that stiff cock deep into her willing and receptive cunt!
"I needed a woman, Tad," his father said. "Not only for the sex, but for companionship, for moral support. Your mother gave me that for so many years, and I didn't realize I needed it until she was gone and I was without it. I needed a replacement, so I wouldn't come apart at the seams."
"And Laura was right there in your office?"
He nodded. "I've known her for several years. She's a sweet, wonderful girl, Tad, and I'm sure once you get to know her, you'll love her as much as I do."
And probably fuck her just as often, if not more so, Tad thought wryly.
He sighed. "I'm sorry I flew off the handle."
"That's okay. I probably would've done the same thing if I were in your shoes." He hesitated. "Laura said you weren't going to stay with us. I hope you'll change your mind."
"I've already changed my mind," Tad said.
A big grin burst over the craggy face of John Marshall. "Wonderful, wonderful. It'll be just like old times, having you with us again."
Tad was quiet for a moment, then he said, "You love Laura very much, don't you, Dad?"
The man nodded. "Very much."
Tad wondered if the old man knew or suspected that his new wife wasn't the innocent type he thought she was. If Laura was consistent, she was probably fucking the milkman, the paper boy, and every salesman that stopped by. And if he, Tad, remained in the house, every chance she got she'd make a grab for his cock.
Well, that was the chance he had to take. He might even give in to her and let her suck him off and shove his cock up her cunt in an effort to get more information from her.
"What about the Bakers?" he asked his father.
"Jim and Shirley? We-uh-had to let them go."
"Why?"
His father looked embarrassed. "They didn't get along with Laura."
"Oh."
"Laura has some people come in several times a week for cleaning, the gardening, and so forth. She says she doesn't like servants to live in. Says they're too nosy."
Yeah, Tad thought, they might catch her fucking your son.
The thought crossed his mind that perhaps he should let his father find the two of them in a sexual embrace. Suppose he came into a room suddenly and found Laura on her knees in front of him, rubbing his balls with one hand and sucking his cock with the other. It was a delightful picture, but Tad knew very well what would happen. Laura would claim that Tad had forced her to do it, and the old man, blinded by his love for the girl, would lack Tad out on his ass-which would make his intended investigation of his mother's death that much more difficult
He tried to sound casual as he asked, "Where are the Bakers living now, Dad?"
His father was instantly alert. "Why do you want to know?"
"They were like family to me. I thought I might drop by and say hello."
"I'd rather you didn't," the man said gruffly. "As I told you, they didn't hit it off with Laura. If you saw them, they'd only say terrible, untrue things about her."
"Does that mean you won't give me their address?"
His father hesitated. "Yes. It's for your own good, Tad, believe me. Now, come on in and let's have a drink."
Tad allowed himself to be led into the house, to the living room where Laura had a cozy fire going in the fireplace and a pitcher of martinis for them. She sat on the couch with her shapely legs crossed, the hem of the skirt pulled up on her thighs. She had lovely legs, and Tad recalled how wonderful they'd felt wrapped around his body.
His feelings of guilt at having fucked his father's wife left him. He wanted to fuck her again and again and again. He wanted to tear the clothes from her and suck her stiff nipples, to have her kiss and lick his testicles, to ram his cock hard and fast into her hot cunt
"By the way, Dad," Tad said, remembering, "I brought back that imagine luger I was telling you about. It's in my room, along with some shells."
"No kidding," the old man said. "Hey, I've got to see that."
He set down his drink and raced up the stairs. Tad, watching him with amusement, was suddenly conscious of Laura standing beside him.
"Welcome home, stepson," she said, and as he knew she would, she reached out her slim hand and patted the bulge in his trousers.