Chapter 9
"Come on, you young bastard!" Laura screamed. "You think you're man enough to rape me, well, go ahead and try it!"
"I'll try it all right, you lousy slut!" Tad Marshall said. "I'll fuck the ass off you!"
She leaped away, laughing. "If you want to fuck me, baby," she said, "you're gonna have to work for it."
Before she could get off the bed, Tad seized her wrist and yanked her back down. When she fell on her side, he savagely twisted her onto her back. With his hands, he forced open her slim legs and stared at her crotch, a moist slit covered by reddish pubic hairs. The closeness of her, the rubbing she'd given him with her hands and her body, the sight of her marvelously sexy cunt-all these combined to fill him with a passion that made him tremble.
With a wild cry, he threw himself between her legs, crushing the breath from her body, ramming his cock at the opening between her legs, finding it, letting it slide forcefully in all the way.
He had no love for this woman who called herself his stepmother. If anything, he hated her. But physically, he could not seem to resist. She had a body that would tempt an angel-and he sure as hell was no angel. She had legs that he loved to have wrapped around his body. He adored her breasts, liked to feel them moving along his chest, liked to massage them, to suck them. He loved thrusting his cock deep into her hot, wet cunt and letting the friction of their combined flesh overwhelm him with a lust that could end in only one way.
He could feel her coming. Her entire body stiffened suddenly and she gasped and increased her bumping against his body. She muttered, "Oh, oh, oh," and then let herself release fully and with no inhibitions. Tad pumped furiously. His cock grew swollen inside her. He stiffened his body and let loose with a series of bursts that shot semen all over the inside of her cunt.
When it was over, he pulled his dripping cock out from between her legs, rolled over on his back and stared at the ceiling.
He thought, Well, dammit, I've done it again-fucked my stepmother, my father's wife!
It was difficult for him to believe that this young woman was his father's wife. She seemed more like any one of the many one-night stands he'd had in Germany and elsewhere. It was less difficult for him to believe she might have murdered his mother so she could marry his father. She wouldn't take no for an answer when the question was important to her. Sex was important to her. So were the money and security that an older man with an established profession-could offer.
It had been a long, exhausting day, and Laura's lips and tongue on his cock were more soothing than exciting. Tad tried to fight it, but he dozed. He fought through layers of unconsciousness when he heard a car drive up. He recognized the sound as that of his father's car, and he sat up, trying desperately to shake sleep from his eyes.
He hoped that his stepmother had returned to her own room or gotten dressed at least, but she was still curled up naked beside him, her pear-shaped breasts resting on his thigh, her smiling mouth in his crotch with the lips still so close to his limp cock that he could feel her hot breath as she breathed.
She was sound asleep.
He shook her shoulder. She murmured sleepily but didn't awaken. Outside, the car motor shut off.
"Laura, for Pete's sake," he said, "Dad's home. He can't find us like this."
"Who cares?" she said drunkenly. "Let him know it's his own son I'm fucking. Better than the milkman. Keep it in the family."
In desperation, he slapped her smartly across the cheek. Her eyes popped open and she sat up. "Hey, that hurt."
"Sorry, I had to wake you up. Look, you've got a good thing here. You want him to find us so we won't be able to fuck again? He might, get so mad he'd throw us both out. You'd have to go out and get a job and support me."
Outside, the car door slammed.
"You'd better go," he pleaded.
"You're right," she said with a sigh. "But you're great, Tad. I love you to fuck me."
She leaned over his crotch again and planted a big, juicy kiss on his balls, then straightened, picked up her robe, and sailed out of his bedroom to her own.
Tad breathed relief. That was close. The front door downstairs was opening. An instant later, John Marshall's voice boomed out, "Is anybody home?"
Tad didn't answer. Instead, he busied himself getting dressed as quickly as he could. He made it back to the bed and stretched out just as his father poked his head in the doorway.
"Tad, you awake?"
Tad sat up and rubbed his knuckles in his eyes. "Oh, hi, yeah, I was just dozing."
"Is Laura around?"
Tad shrugged. "She was downstairs when I came back. I went right to sleep, so I have no idea whether she went out or not."
"I'll check her room," the older man said and closed the door.
Tad heard him go into the bedroom next door. "You're sleeping, too," the man said, his tone muffled through the walls. "This sure is a lazy day."
"I took a shower and I thought I'd relax for a bit. Your son has been snoozing all afternoon, so I didn't have anyone to talk to."
"Mmmmmm," the old man said, "you sure look sexy in that robe. I love your breasts, your thighs-everything in fact." He hesitated. "I'm all tense inside. How about sucking my cock for me to relax me."
"Oh, John, do we have to right now?" Laura said. "I've got this splitting headache."
"Too many martinis, probably," he said.
"Probably. Well do it later. Tad will probably be going out tonight, and we can be alone, just the two of us."
'Let me have a sample anyway, baby," he said. "It used to be so good when we were just doing it on the sly, when we had to sneak off so Marion wouldn't suspect. How about a little fucking, just for old times sake?"
"Don't do that. Your hands are cold."
"Cold hands," he laughed, "hot cock. Look at it See how you affect me, Laura."
"Oh, all right," she said, "but make it fast, huh?"
"I will," he promised.
There was the creak of bedsprings as two bodies lowered to the mattress. Tad could picture his father unzipping his fly and easing his cock between Lama's legs. More bedspring creaks, more rhythmic this time, followed by a few grunts from his father, then silence.
"You didn't show much enthusiasm," he said bleakly.
"I told you I have a headache. I'm sorry."
"Okay. I'm going downstairs for a drink. I'll see you in a little while."
"Sure. Oh, John. I'm sorry about the headache. I really do enjoy your cock inside me."
"That's where it belongs, Laura," he said.
The door opened and closed. Footsteps padded down the hallway and down the stairs.
Tad lay awake, wondering why no one suspected that he could hear them through the walls. Probably because they'd been without anyone in that room for so long they just automatically thought of themselves as being alone. It would be nice, he thought, if they'd discuss his mother and her death instead of just sex and fucking-but they might be too guilt-ridden and ashamed for that
He dozed again and was awakened by the sharp ring of the phone. Without thinking, he picked up the extension on the nightstand and was about to say hello when a woman's voice interrupted with, "Laura, this is Carol. Tom was wondering-"
"I told you not to call me here," Laura's annoyed voice responded quickly. "The old lady's will is going to be read in just a few days, so be patient. I'm as tired of waiting as you are. At least, you don't have to put up with the old bastard's feeling you up all the time and wanting to shove his ancient cock up your cunt."
"Have you been drinking again?" Carol accused.
"So what if I have?" Laura said defensively. "Just a couple of martinis to relax."
"You promised to lay off."
"I didn't promise to go out of my damned mind," Laura said. "I have to drink the stuff so I'm half paralyzed before the old man starts in on me. I almost vomit when he makes me suck his cock-and you know what a cocksucker I am. At least his young son's here now. That's an improvement."
Carol's voice was strained as she said, "His son is there?"
"He's in the next bedroom, but don't worry. He doesn't suspect a thing. He's just upset because his mother died, that's all."
"Tom doesn't want any trouble, Laura. We've gone this far-"
"Stop worrying, will you? Everything's under control, believe me."
"I wish I could. I'd hate to have the whole thing screwed up just because of your hot cunt, especially with the big payoff almost here. All I'm asking is that you be careful."
"All right, all right," Laura said irritably, "So I'll be careful."
Carol hesitated. "Be extra careful with the son. You know how you are when you get drunk. You hop into the sack with a guy and you start talking."
"I said I'd be careful."
"Okay. I'll try to be patient. I guess I can wait a few more days."
"You'll have to. Tom, too. Why don't you two just stay in bed and fuck for two days. It'll keep your mind off things."
"What do you think we've been doing?" Carol said with a laugh. "Talk about hot cocks. This guy has a permanent hard-on. You think it'll be over with in a couple of days?"
"Maybe longer. Well see. A week maybe." Carol sighed. "It better be worth i."
"It'll be worth it"
She hung up, and Tad quickly replaced the phone in its cradle, then lay back on the bed with new thoughts to ponder. He didn't know what to make of the conversation, but he did know that Laura and these other people were up to no good. It was further confirmation of his suspicions that there was something screwy about his mother's sudden illness and just as sudden death.
An even more interesting part of the conversation was the knowledge that Laura could be made to talk freely. He had only to get her drunk and start fucking her. With his cock thrusting into her cunt he could start asking her pertinent questions, if he could control his emotions long enough to think calm, rational thoughts. Well, he'd just have to.
He rose, undressed, put on his robe and went into the bathroom to shave and shower. It was getting close to his dinner date with the Bakers at their home, and he didn't want to be late.
He returned to his room and dressed, dreading the inevitable meeting when he went downstairs. The two of them were in slacks and sport shirt, while Laura wore trim shorts and a blouse that was not as revealing as the bikini he generally saw her in. Her cover-up was for his father's benefit, he knew, for the old man was jealous of anyone seeing his wife's flesh, even if that anyone were his own son.
"Hi, Tad," John Marshall greeted affably. "Come join us in a drink."
Tad shook his head. Td like to, Dad, but I've got a date."
"Oh. Anyone I know?"
Tad hesitated. He thought of lying, then decided he wanted to see his father's reaction and Lama's. He said, "The Bakers invited me over for dinner tonight."
The two others exchanged fleeting glances. Was it fear that glinted in their eyes? Tad wondered.
His father forced a smile. "Tell them I'm sorry they're not working for us any longer-and I wish them well." He hesitated awkwardly. "If there's anything I can do-"
Laura interrupted with, "You've done quite enough for them already, John. You gave them three months' wages when they left and excellent references. You were nice not to've gotten rid of them long ago."
The old man said nothing, though it was obvious his wife's words had embarrassed him. "Yes," he said, "I suppose you're right."
"Well, I've got to go."
"Aren't you going to lass your stepmother goodbye?" Laura asked teasingly.
Tad stared at her. She was getting very bold in front of her husband, but then maybe the drinks hadn't worn off.
"I'd love to lass her goodbye," Tad said meaningfully. He bent over her and planted a chaste kiss on her cheek. Before he straightened, he whispered into her ear. "Go fuck yourself, baby!"