Chapter 5
Now that he'd become resigned to the situation, Tad Marshall was much calmer in his thoughts regarding his mother's mysterious death. He could talk' with his father about it without going into a shouting match. He could even put up with Laura's surreptitious feeling of his cock and her rubbing her thighs against him to get him sexually excited, and not feel ashamed of his desires because she was his father's new wife.
Being human, he enjoyed the touch of her slim fingers on his crotch, the warmth of her loins pressing up close to him. More than once during the evening he went up behind her and rubbed the bulge in his trousers against her nicely rounded ass and was rewarded with her twisting back against him.
He told himself that it wasn't just getting a hard-on he was interested in. If he wormed his way into the girl's confidence as easily as he wormed his cock into her cunt, he might learn something specific beyond the generalities his father threw at him.
The least he could do, meanwhile, as long as he wasn't going to move in with Jill, was to call her. He did.
"Tad," she enthused, "how wonderful to hear your voice again."
"It's good to hear you again, too, Jill. How've you been?"
"Okay. Nothing's changed. Still having the same old mid-term blues at USC, still arguing with my folks. Once in a while I join a peace demonstration. How about you?"
He grinned, thinking how much he'd like to have a piece demonstration with Jill-a piece of ass, that is. She was sweet and wild and fuckable, and he'd always enjoyed their sexual get-togethers. The thought of her slim young breasts nuzzling him brought back pleasant memories.
"Sorry about your mother, Tad."
"Did you see her when she was ill, Jill?"
"I didn't even know she was sick. I called once in a while, but never got her on the phone. I asked your father if I could come out for a visit, and he said they were very busy and to make it some other time. But some other time never arrived. Then, suddenly, I read in the paper that she'd died. It was a shock."
"Yes," Tad said thoughtfully. More mystery to ponder now.
'Td like to see you, Tad," she said. "Are you busy tonight?"
"Sort of. I have to talk things over with my father. How about tomorrow?"
"Sure, any time after one o'clock. And don't forget to take your vitamins."
Tad hung up, feeling much better. Jill was a wonderful girl, and he always felt refreshed after talking to her. Her remark about vitamins assured him that she was just as ready, willing, and able to make up for lost time as he was. With many girls-Hilda and Laura for two-sex was a purely physical thing. The closeness of such girls, the friction of their hands, their bodies, or their mouths gave him a hard-on that wouldn't quit. So he simply shoved his stiff cock between such a girl's legs and gave them both a good time.
With Jill there was something almost-corny though it sounded-spiritual about their fucking.
When he returned to the living room, it was as though he were entering another world, one populated by strangers. He felt strangely embarrassed to be there, and he knew that his father, especially, was made ill at ease by his son's presence. It was as though things had been going very smoothly with his father and Laura, until the appearance of Tad Marshall brought a disturbing element to the pattern they had constructed.
It was a mysterious pattern in which the too-soon death of his mother was an integral factor. Was it possible, Tad thought, that they-or perhaps Laura, who had better motivation-had actually killed his mother and were trying to cover up that fact? When he'd blurted out the accusation before, it had been a product of his anger, but now the notion didn't seem incredible at all.
They had coffee in the living room and talked casually. His father asked Tad about army life and Tad told him some of the interesting things that had happened to him in the service. During the course of his conversation, Tad noticed his father's craggy face scowl. As a frown crawled over the older man's features, Tad followed the direction of his gaze and saw that Laura, sitting attentively on the couch, had apparently not noticed that her skirt was well above her thighs, showing off her excellent legs. The old man looked as though he were about to go into a rage over it, and Tad felt exceedingly uncomfortable. Even so, he found himself unable to tear his eyes from the smooth curved legs and recalled with a pleasant shudder how nice they'd felt rubbing naked against his flesh, and of how they'd held him like a vise as he rammed his cock into her.
When he raised his eyes, he saw that she was smiling at him. She barely eased her moist pink tongue over her red lips for a moment, and She gave him a look he could not mistake. She was trying to remind him of other things her tongue and mouth had done to him.
Quickly, he looked up to see if his father had caught her facial movement, but the old man was busy frowning at the expanse of leg showing.
Tad cleared his throat. "I'd like to ask you a few questions about Mother, Dad."
Dammit! He'd wanted it to sound casual, but to his own ear at least it sounded like the detective in a Grade-B motion picture rounding up suspects. But the damage was done.
In addition, however, Tad sensed he had struck a raw nerve in his father's makeup. A momentary look of fear flashed across the man's face. It was gone as suddenly.
"It's been a long day, Tad," the old man said. "I'm still bushed. Let it go until tomorrow, okay?"
Tad started to insist, then snapped his mouth shut, realizing the futility of that. There was little point in getting into another argument. He could corner his father--first thing in the morning.
"I'm tired, too," Laura said, yawning and stretching so her pear-shaped breasts were shown to good advantage. She looked directly at Tad, though her words were directed to her husband. "I'd love to go to bed."
What she meant, Tad knew was, "I'd go to bed to love." She loved to fuck-her father, him, probably anyone with a cock. Now she was teasing him by pointing out unnecessarily that she was going to hit the sack with another man, her husband.
Tad said good night, went to his room, and undressed. He lay awake in bed thinking, and slowly words came to him from his father's bedroom.
"For Pete's sake," the man said, "is that all you ever think of, sex?"
"You liked it well enough when we were going together," she reminded him. "Every day in your office you fucked me, remember?"
"Of course I remember, but I already did it once today, and now I'm tired."
"Here, let me suck on you for a while," she said.
Tad hated himself for having to listen, but then, he didn't have any choice. He rolled over and tried to go to sleep, but he kept thinking of what was happening in the bedroom next door. The girl had his father's cock in her mouth, and her warm, red lips were working up and down over it, up and down, up and down ... .
Tad felt an ache in his own loins thinking about it. Then the voices were lower, and he thought, thank goodness. Another thought replaced that: suppose they were discussing his mother? He hesitated, then silently got out of bed and went to put his ear against the wall. "He called Jill," his father said. "So?"
"Suppose she tells him something he shouldn't know?"
"She didn't. You worry too much. Listen, how can I carry on an inane conversation and suck your cock at the same time?"
The man was silent for a moment. "You should have let her come up here and see Marion."
Laura laughed sarcastically. "That would really have fucked things up. Look, the girl may have her suspicions, but she doesn't really know anything. Oh, for Pete's sake, are you going to sleep?"
"I told you I'm bushed," he said. "Let's go to sleep. We'll make love in the morning."
"Make love? What's that?"
"All right, dammit. Well fuck. Is that better?"
"Much better. Say it again." r
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," he said. "You like the word so much I think I'll have it engraved on a bracelet for you."
"It's not the word," she said quietly, "but what it represents."
They were silent for awhile. Finally Tad heard his father snoring loudly. Laura said, "Damn!" and the bed creaked as she got off it.
Tad couldn't be sure, where she was going, but he had an idea. He raced across the room and climbed into bed under the covers just as his door opened and the girl stuck her head in. The nightstand lamp was on, so he could see her clearly in the shortie nightgown she wore, but he pretended to be asleep.
She came into the room, closing the door behind her, and tiptoed over to his bed. "Tad, are you asleep?"
He expected her to ask him again, at which point he'd come groggily awake, proving that he hadn't heard her incriminating conversation with his father in their bedroom. However, she didn't ask again. Instead, she quickly slipped off her brief garment, raised the covers of his bed and slid between the sheets with him, her hand boldly reaching out into the fly of his pajamas to hold and fondle his cock.
Tad felt anger surge through him. His stepmother had left his sleeping father to come in here and cheat with the son. What he should do was kick her out of bed and beat the truth out of her about his mother's death. But he knew that wouldn't' work.
She'd start screaming, and his father would come running in to protect her. No, he had to play the game her way.
Not that it would be unpleasant to do so. Her smooth hands were cool and knowing as they toyed with his genitals, palming his balls and stroking his swiftly erecting cock. He liked the feel of her naked breasts against him and her thigh rubbing his leg.
He pretended to awaken sleepily. "Wha-"
"Sh!" she said. She mashed her mouth on his and worked her tongue in his mouth. She crawled on top of him and moved her body over his.
Tad reached down, sliding the palms of his hands along her back until he could grip her rounded ass and pull her loins into more intimate contact with him.
She pulled her mouth away. Her eyes were glazed with passion. "You fucked me before, Tad, dear. Now it's my turn. Just he there and relax and enjoy yourself."
She slid down along his legs, unbuttoning his pajamas along the way and pulling them off. His cock sprang stiffly upward as it was released from the confining cloth, and she licked her lips hungrily at the sight of it. She held the base in her hands and pressed its throbbing length along her cheek for a moment, rubbing it back and forth on her face. Then she held it a fraction of an inch before her lips and breathed on it gently, until Tad shuddered with delight. Her tongue flicked out and touched the end of it, and he almost came, then and there. Slowly her rich, red lips lowered to touch, to kiss, to caress and massage.
Tad groaned and gritted his teeth. He hated this woman who was sucking his cock. He hated her because she'd married his father so soon after his mother's death. He hated her because she was somehow implicated in the death itself. And yet, not for anything in the world would he interrupt the work of her expert mouth as she licked and sucked his upright male flesh.
With a wild cry, he seized her red hair and forced her head down full in his lap while he thrust his hips upward so his stiff cock went deep into her mouth. He enjoyed it, but he wanted her to suffer, too. He rammed his cock as hard as he could past her lips and held her head there while he spurted his orgasm down her throat
When he relaxed, she lifted her head, puzzled. "You certainly do get rough at times."
"Sorry. It's just that you bring out the beast in me.
"I was hoping I could straddle you, be on top," she said with a pout.
He shrugged. "Stick around. I'm young and virile. I could go on all night, if you want"
She snuggled up close to him. "Well try that when your father is out of town. Right now, I want to fuck you with me on top."
Tad wondered if there was something symbolic about her wanting to be top dog. She was a determined, ambitious woman who knew what she wanted and let nothing stand in the way of her getting it. He was sure now that she'd wanted his father and had done something to rid herself of the only obstacle-his mother.
"Did you know my mother well?" he asked her.
She nodded. "She was a very wonderful person. I liked her very much. We got along fine together."
Tad was sure she was lying about getting along together. His mother wasn't the type to associate with sluts like Laura.
"Was Dr. Johnson treating her illness?"
Laura sighed. "Dr. Johnson was out of town, in Europe, I think."
"There was a doctor treating her, wasn't there?"
"Tad, for Pete's sake, not now," she said irritably. "Your father will answer all your questions in the morning."
Tad was silent, not wanting to push his luck. Maybe she was right, and his father would answer all his questions, as the man had promised. But now he had some new questions based on his eavesdropping.
Laura's hand massaging his limp cock turned his attention to other matters. As she lay beside him, he fondled her breasts and pressed his lips on the nipples, sucking them and nibbling on them with his teeth until they were up stiff once more. His hands slid over the smooth roundness of her ass and between the legs she accommodatingly spread wide for him.
He rubbed his hand in her crotch because he knew she'd like it and because it always gave him a thrill to feel the pubic area of a girl. He loved to rub his hands and fingers all over the wiry hair and along the damp slopes of her inner thighs, to press his middle finger into the moist, hot lips at the very center, and to work it up until he found the nub of the girl's clit, which he proceeded to work back and forth.
Laura moaned and bit her lip to keep from squealing. "Ooooh, that feels good, honey, keep it up." She began pulling his cock vigorously, as though she were trying to uproot it, but after a moment it grew stiff once more. Then she did squeal softly and leaped up to straddle him.
He glanced down between them as she lowered herself. The tip of his cock ascended into the reddish pubic hair and disappeared bit by bit into the cunt which swallowed it to the hilt.
He felt a sudden surge of renewed pleasure when it was completely inside, and he began the motions of intercourse even as she herself began rising and falling over him, her crotch clutching his cock and letting it come loose almost to the tip, before she descended with a soft sucking sound. He reached up and fondled her breasts with both hands, twirling the stiff nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, as she moved her body up and down to give him the pleasure he desired-the pleasure she desired just as much, if not more so.
Her face was a mask of passion hovering over him.
"Oh, Tad," she murmured, "I love your cock in my cunt. Fuck me, honey, fuck me, fuck me."
He almost hoped her whispers would turn into screams and his father would come in and discover them together. The old man was already jealous of her. This might possibly push him over the ragged edge where he'd do something desperate-like kick her out. But that would be too much to hope for. No, he had to wait, bide his time, and find out what he could by eavesdropping and by calling on friends who had known his mother when she was alive.
Meanwhile, he fucked Laura. He shoved his throbbing cock into her cunt with all the force he could muster, making her gasp with the intensity of his passion. At the same time, he squeezed her breasts so tightly she winced, and he was sure he left bruises. When he came, she bounced up and down on his lap with a furious rhythm, trying to have an orgasm herself-and failing.
When he was finished spurting his fluid into her, he pushed her off and rolled over, yawning sleepily. "You'd better get back to your own room before he misses you," Tad said.
"I didn't come," she complained. "The least you could do is make me come. With your mouth, or even your finger."
"Gee, I'd like to," Tad said, "but I'm really tired, Laura. Why don't you do it yourself?"
"I suppose you'd like me to go fuck myself, too," she said, annoyed.
He grinned at her. "You took the words right out of my mouth."
"You dumb son of a bitch," she stormed, going to the door, pulling on her shortie nightgown as she went, "you're as bad in the sack as your father."
The sexual sessions, the traveling, and the tensions of seeing his father again had made Tad very weary indeed. Seconds after Laura had gone, he was asleep.
When he awakened the next morning, the rays of the sun were slanting sharply in through the Venetian blinds. A glance at the clock told him it was nearly ten-thirty.
"Damn!" he said, swinging out of bed.
He dressed quickly and went downstairs, but his father was nowhere in sight. There was a note pinned to the refrigerator, handwritten by his father. The note said he'd had to leave for work early, but they'd have their talk later. Meanwhile, he had the run of the house, of course, and he should fix what food he liked. His stepmother liked to sleep late, so he shouldn't disturb her. And above all, his father admonished, he shouldn't try anything rash.
"like what?" he wondered aloud. "like going up to see my sleeping stepmother and fucking the shit out of her while her husband is away?"
Probably, however, John Marshall didn't mean that. He didn't want his son nosing around, asking people questions regarding the mysterious death of his mother.
In the kitchen, Tad made himself some coffee, toast, and eggs and ate breakfast at the kitchen table. He piled the dishes in the sink and went upstairs to shave. He half expected Laura to come into the bathroom and try to rape him, but she didn't, no doubt because she was still sleeping.
The problem of transportation didn't faze him now. His father had several cars in the big garage beside the house, and in the past he'd always let Tad use what he wanted. Now would be no exception, especially if the old man didn't know about it. Tad found a spare set of keys in the hall cabinet drawer-at least that habit hadn't changed, he thought gratefully-and a moment later he was in the red convertible, driving inland toward Hollywood, where Jill had her apartment.
It had been a long time since he'd seen the slim, dark-haired girl. They'd had many good times together-in and out of the sack. He loved to.fuck her, just as she loved to be fucked. It was different with her from how it was with Laura, even though both experiences were physically enjoyable. With Jill there was an added quality, an extra something that was something like affection and respect. It wasn't a dirty act when she spread her legs and welcomed his stiff cock in her cunt. It was the natural function of two bodies making love-and that made all the difference in the world.