Chapter 8

One of the reasons Mary had never fucked with him before, Tad was sure, was because she thought he was having a serious thing with Jill. Now, suddenly, she had had a change of mind. In Dr. Johnson's office, she'd taken off her receptionist's uniform and played with his cock, gone down on him, and then let him shove his stiff cock into her cunt from behind-and she'd enjoyed it as much as he had.

Tad shook his head, bewildered. He didn't know why the change of heart, but he was glad for it. After all, he and Jill weren't really engaged or anything.

He arrived at home to find Laura reclining on a lounge chair beside the pool. She had on a different bikini this time, but one that showed off as much of her lovely figure as the other one.

"Well," she said, slurring her words slightly as though she'd been drinking. "Home is the hero once again. Fight any wars over the lunch hour?"

"Only one," he said.

She waited for him to explain that, and when he didn't, she said, "We-I missed you for lunch, Tad."

"I went to see a friend."

"A female friend."

"Yes."

"Can she fuck better than me?"

"She's fantastically better," Tad said harshly.

Laura laughed, unperturbed. "You're lying," she said. "There's no one who's a better lay than little Laura." She patted the lounge beside her. "Come sit with me, have a drink."

"No," he said, "I've got things to do." v

"Come on, your father's gone, and I need company," she said. "Let's be friends."

Why not? he thought. Why not at least pretend? She was slightly drunk. Maybe the booze would loosen her tongue as quickly as it did her morals.

"All right," he said, and sat down beside her.

She sat up to pour him a martini from a frosted pitcher on a nearby stand. He accepted it and sipped. She poured herself one and sipped. He was not surprised when her hand stole into his lap.

"Tell me what you did today," she asked him.-

"Just went to see an old girlfriend," he said. "That's all."

Laura looked thoughtful. "That would be little Jill, the USC student, wouldn't it? And you say you fucked her?"

He grew annoyed with the questioning. "That's none of your business!"

"But, baby," she said, "of course it's my business. I'm your stepmother, remember?"

Her slim hand was in his lap, massaging his cock through the cloth of his trousers.

"You're my father's wife, too. Remember?" he said.

"Oh, I forgot," she said, unruffled. "You're the embodiment of purity itself, aren't you?"

Her hand never left "his cock. Her fingers kept working over it, kneading the flesh. He'd already fucked two girls that day, and he wasn't really in the mood. Yet her female hand on him felt better than it had any right to be.

"Where's Dad?" he asked.

She shrugged. "Who knows? He's always running off some place or other, sometimes even out of town without telling me until he's there." She gulped her martini. "Come on, honey, chug-a-lug, let's get with it."

Tad continued to sip his drink. He'd have just this one, he told himself, and then go upstairs for a nap before he went to see the Bakers.

"Not me," he said, "but let me pour one for you."

"It's just that I'm so damned lonely," she said. "Before you came here, Tad, I didn't have anyone to talk to-except maybe an occasional traveling salesman."

"You just talked to him, of course," Tad said, trying to make his voice sound casual, "or did you show him a few of your own samples?"

"What a terrible thing to say," she said. "Oh, I see you're just joking. Well, the truth is, it did cross my mind that maybe I should feel around a little. I mean, after all, your father was away most of the time. But I didn't. I swear I didn't."

Tad smiled, but said nothing. He didn't believe her. He got up and walked across the patio. He couldn't have stayed there with her any longer. She disgusted him, the way she was trying to seduce him in his father's house.

He went up to his room, took a shower, and stretched sleepily, naked on top of the bed. He thought of Jill's marvelous young body and of how freely she'd given it to him. He thought of Mary and the surprise she'd handed him in the doctor's office. He fell asleep with a smile on his face.

He hadn't dozed more than a few minutes before he was awake, suddenly aware that someone was in the room with him. He popped open his eyes and saw that Laura was standing beside his bed. Dressed in a robe, she'd obviously been standing there several minutes watching him.

"I guess I should've locked the door," he said.

"Why do that? We're all friends here."

"And relatives," he reminded her.

He thought of pulling a sheet over his genitals, then decided it would be a futile and absolutely ridiculous gesture under the circumstances. She'd seen him naked, in fact, had had his cock and balls in and around most parts of her female body.

"I did knock, she said, "but you were apparently dozing. John-your father-called and said he wouldn't be home for another hour."

"So?"

"So," she said, still weaving unsteadily from the martinis, "I thought we might continue our little talk-in addition to some harmless fucking. However, it looks like you're not really a chip off the old block anyway. I mean, your father when he was courting me years ago could have gone with a half-dozen women and still had plenty of cock left over for me."

He didn't want her to make him lose his cool, but she succeeded despite his wishes.

"I've got enough cock to make a damn slut like you scream with pleasure," he said.

"Prove it," she taunted.

Reaching up, he yanked her down onto the bed with him. The bitch was going to get it like she'd never had it before. He'd ram his cock into her cunt so fast and deep and hard, she'd beg him to stop before he tore her apart!