Chapter 6

The bright red Porsche pulled off the hard top drive onto the grass beside the garage and the headlights went dark. Lieutenant Drew Wilde stared thoughtfully at the blacked-out house. It was almost eleven, but the family usually was batting around the house till well after midnight.

He crawled out of the low car, straightened and stretched the kinks from his shoulders, then strolled from the stand of white birch where he'd parked. Wondering if he'd caught them all out for the evening, he wandered to the front of the house, paused on the white colonnaded veranda, fingering for his keys.

Sure now that no one was around, he unlocked the front door and stepped inside onto the thick foyer carpeting. Every thing about home felt good. After two years in the Army, the old homestead looked to him about the way it must have to some returning Confederate soldier a hundred years before.

He walked softly down the hall toward the kitchen, wanting not to wake the household that hadn't expected him this weekend, and surely hadn't expected him without his wife.

Feeling his way in, the familiar darkness to the fridge, he heard a distant sound from upstairs just as he reached for a beer. Good to know someone was around, he thought, peeling the flip-top and leaning back against the sink counter to sip thoughtfully at the brew.

Again the sound from overhead. Not directly overhead. A little to the right-that'd be the master bedroom. Slow, steady movement of urgent springs. Had to be sex sounds.

Intrigued at the thought that he'd arrived just as his father and mother were making out, Drew grimaced at his personal sex defeatism. He had to tell them sooner or later. Fran had left him, and her leaving with another guy was spurred by his dumb-assed stupidity in bed. That Drew knew for certain.

Fran had made no bones that she appreciated a male who knew how to fulfill a woman, and he'd never forget her parting shot. "Frankly, Drew, you're a good-looking bore in bed!"

With a little exclamation of disgust with himself for losing a wife he'd wanted to keep, and after less than a year of marriage no less, Drew felt under the sink cabinet for the wastebasket and dropped the empty can. It stung him that he was damned much like Felix linger with all his neat, orderly ways, everything G.I. and organized-everything coming unstuck anyway.

Over the weekend he knew he'd spit out the why of their separation and it'd be a lie, like the other lies he had invented to cover up his sex deficiencies. Not from wanting sex-God had he wanted it! Just from knowing how to do it! He'd read a million damned marriage books and how-to books, and when he'd gotten to the nitty-gritty of performing husband, he'd done it ah wrong. So damned overstocked, he'd almost always ejaculate prematurely. So frustrated after a couple of preemie shots each evening, Fran would just conk out and the hell with him, that he'd have to jack off in the bathroom. He knew from nothing about being a satisfactory lover, and the happy sounds overhead of a guy and gal who'd been making it for twenty-plus years, just ground it in.

Kicking his shoes from his feet, he tiptoed softly up the stairs, hearing the murmurings and aroused by the excitement in his mother's cries of joy. He knew the impulse might backfire, but he was going to walk right the hell in on his dad and mother, right after they finished and lay it on them. Gauche and rude, but he was one fouled-up guy, so they could sacrifice a little cozy aftermath of their nightly winging it to talk to a hurting son.

"Oh ... ohhhh, yes ... Harder ... harder!" Drew felt the intensity of Selena's rapture and the feeling drove hard and full into his groin. Son or no, she always had been a goddess of perfect woman beauty to him, and the sounds of her ecstasy had him in instant total erection. What it would be to have a woman like his mother! Every curve a female. Every inch a lady. Everything about her understanding and helping and loving-not the bitch ways of Fran.

"Full ... fuck me!" Her cry stormed the eavesdropper with surprise at the passion possessing her after all these years with one man. "Randy ... Randy ... fuck me out of my mind!"

Lightning bolts danced wildly in the hall, in and out of Drew's head at Selena's orgasm cry of a strange name. Randy? What the hell! Who the devil was ... then the bullish roar of a voice he knew never could be his father, stormed his ears, and the dam broke inside Drew Wilde.

Every goddamned stable thing he knew was roaring downhill like some tidal wave off a mountaintop. His own marriage shot to hell ... now his own family in some godawful foul-up. Not Selena!

And why not Selena? Outraged and simultaneously intrigued, thoughts collided and crunched deep inside a dumbfounded second lieutenant's head, and he felt the contradiction of his emotions all the way to his groin. Especially there!

Hard and fierce and eager at the unseen, but evidence that she was in the arms of another male than her husband, Drew's cock was stiff and painful in his Army blues. He'd often wondered. Beautiful as she was, distant as Everett often was-did his mother ever have unfaithful thoughts?

"Oh, Randy ... Randy ... do me again ... again ... hurry!"

Drew drove wildly through the door, yelling outrage that was denied, even as he screamed, by the hard-on at his crotch. But the need to do something in reaction to all the sex fun others were having to his having nothing, commandeered good sense.

His roar reached Randy just in time for him to twist and take a glancing blow from the charging silhouette. Life or death on the line for the naked male on the bed ... for all he knew the man charging him could be Everett finally catching them after all these weeks.

Randy swung a desperate blind shot at the figure flying across the bed and caught Drew exactly under the chin.

Bed lamp, end table, telephone and cigarettes Hew in every direction as Drew's body crashed unconscious over the side of the bed and jackknifed, crumpled and harmless, half on, half off the bed.

A stunned, disbelieving Selena found the light button on the bed table on her side and stared down at the prostrate figure of her son.

"It's Drew!" The full awareness of what that meant dawned as she helped Randy pull the limp form over onto the bed. Both of the lovers felt starkly naked as they looked at the unexpected guest.

"My God, I thought sure it was Everett!" panted Randy, sagging to the edge of the bed and ignoring the unmoving intruder.

"I think you had better go," whispered Selena. "It'll be impossible to explain between the three of us, but maybe I..."

Randy grabbed at the out and hurried to the clothes on the chaise. "Call me in the morning," he begged when he stood dressed at the door, ready to go. "Or call me back tonight, if you need me."

Her eyes were pained blank circles. "I will. It's too mixed up . . . just . . . just go."

When they were alone, she leaned across, the still unconscious figure of her boy, wondering what trauma had torn his mind in the discovery. She already knew about Fran's leaving him. Drew's wife had phoned to tell her she was going. That this inept, wet-behind-the-ears innocent was just a nothing. He was completely naive about sex and after one year, there was nothing left to save their marriage. Goodbye, Selena, he'll come whimpering home.

She looked down at her son. One thing Drew was not likely to do was whimper to anyone. If he was naive about sex, well, that had nothing to do with his manhood. If Fran hadn't found him interesting, hadn't taught him how to hold back premature ejaculation, or if she thought there was little hope in him, well, she missed the fun of trying. From fourteen on, Drew had shown signs of being oversexed, and when Selena tried to get Everett to talk with him or help him, her husband had shied away. Now the problem was home to roost.

Drew groaned and she thought he was about to come to. Her heart raced at her nudity and what was sure to be the end of a mother/son relation. Resigned to that fact, she looked down the trim tapered athletic figure, stopped and stared shocked at a swollen ridge pole invisible till she opened his three-quarter length military coat. Not only was Drew in a state of intense erection, he had remained so, after felled by Randolph Trandfel's haymaker!

A curious detachment flooded Selena's thoughts. She had little doubt that Drew would want nothing to do with her as his mother when he returned to the land of the living. She had little care, if he did or didn't, though she dearly loved him. He was twenty-two now and his time around home was virtually over. So might Selena's be, with Everett's turnoff and with Randy's fantastic ability to take her into orbit two, three, four times a day as he had done for more than two weeks now.

What difference what this male at her side thought, said or did? He was now only another male.

Her son, she loved him, but his feeling was obviously not that of son for mother. She reached boldly to his crotch and fingered the thick cock through the slacks. He was almost as big as his father, and what a heat he must have for her to be that bothered, even unconscious.

Feeling as if "she were in a dream, but driven by the tingling, hypersexed sensations left, from having been taken by Randy only once before the interruption, she decided what to do. She would look at this boy of hers. After all, he was hers; she had borne him naked. Let's see his naked body today!

On a Cloud Nine euphoria of frenzy to see the bared proof she had felt, she stripped Drew's shoes and shirt and pants and jockeys.

"Good heavens!"

It was that exclamation that seeped through the semi-conscious mind of Drew Wilde, 2nd Lieutenant. Unmoving, no flicker of an eyelash to give away his sudden awareness of all that was going on, he lay before Selena, his formidable penis long and hard and quivering in its release from captivity.

The world spun inside Drew's head at the silence in the bedroom except for Selena's labored breathing. Whoever had been here with her, was gone. They were alone. Alone as he'd always loved to be with her. Eyes closed, he could still draw every curve of that fabulous body hovering over his. She had stripped him. She was looking at the big hard-on ramrodding up from his crotch.

What if she should touch it? Do. Selena, do!

Drew had loved it a year ago when she'd urged to be called by her first name, just as his sister used for her. It wasn't his mother's wantonness beside him. It was someone called Selena. Be wanton, baby!

"So Fran says you're naive," Selena whispered, thinking him unconscious and bending to plant a kiss lightly on his lips. "You're better off she's gone. Now it's time to get you ready for the lover you'll next call your wife. I intend you should learn from me, Drew Wilde."

Blood pounded fiercely through the upright column of his spearing erection, and when she twisted to place her next kiss squarely on the tip of his cock, he opened his eyes to watch.

She was a spectacular female. He stared at the back of her head and felt goose bumps of excitement at the sight of the sexiness of her long silver blonde hair. The sleek slope of her shoulders, the smallness of her waist and the saucy contours of her tight buttocks, sent trembling want traveling up his spine.

He strained to understand incoherent murmurs that her turned head made, and then felt a light nibbling sensation, followed by a moist snugness clamped to the top of his cock.

Drew never had been fellated before and it took seconds for the meaning of the warm lip vise on his glans to sink through his befuddled thoughts. Abruptly it hit him. The soft vise began to move and the sound of sucking lips reached him. Selena had his organ in her mouth! She was giving him a suck-off!

No power in the world could suppress the delicious groan of joy that burst from Drew's mouth, and the sound of it stopped the rhythmic movement of Selena's lips instantly. She waited for his outburst of rage, stiffening slightly as she felt his fingers on her back. He'd strike any instant, she was sure, but even the little play had been fun. Quietly she waited ... braced ... prayed....

"Please . . ." The hand on her back was stroking lightly, tracing down to the hip line and back across her tail. "Please ... Selena, don't stop!"

There was a fierce welling in her throat as she heard the plea and a spontaneous decision to make him see just what he was asking for. Rolling slowly and gracefully over onto her back, exposing the nude drama of her front and meeting his glazed stare without panic, she looked down across her lushly centered front at the upthrust cock, quivering and glistening from her lips.

"We are going to learn together about making love," she murmured to the delighted Drew. "And then we are going to talk about my visitor whom you tried to kill."

No reply from Drew and none was needed. His face said most of it and his uproarious cock, quivering exclamation point of bone-hard flesh, said the rest.

"I had no idea you had grown so big on my boy," she cooed, talking to his phallus, resting her weight on one elbow as she fingered the thick rod between thumb and forefinger. "The girl who had a chance to keep you, says you squirt too easily."

"That's true," groaned Drew. "Even that's risky!"

"Best we run some tests." Selena, confident from the way his eyes approved of her front, drew his hand to her breast and directed its forefinger to the burgeoned nipple. "First, I'll show you you're not the only quick comer. Play a minute there."

Drew's fingers deviled the hard cone less than a minute before her expression told him it was about to happen. It changed Selena quickly, and he gaped at the lovely face of innocence-no way for her to be forty years old. Her head strained back, still farther back, in the grip of fierce emotion. Long lashes closed to hide the wildness in her eyes, ruby lips parted breathlessly, nostrils dilated and throat trembling to suppress the scream, she pulsed in helpless orgasm.

He gawked at the animated thrusting of both breasts ... at the bounce of light hair ... at the violent urging upward of her buttocks from where they curved against his hip. She snatched his hand from its play and dove across his middle.

"I ... I'm way oversexed, see? Maybe you are, too, and that'd be lucky. First test. I want to watch you shoot it up in the air."

"Aw, c'mon! You mean jerk off?"

"So, listen to mister proud! Maybe we're on a masculinity kick that thinks that's unmanly?"

"Heck no! Just there's better ways."

"Depends entirely on circumstances." Selena's eyes danced happily as she gripped the erection tightly. "Lots of people love it, even when they have all kinds of sex goin' for them. I do."

"You ..." Drew's eyes widened. "You play with yourself?"

"Course. And if I had what I'm holdin', I'd do it lots more. Now, don't tell me a second lieutenant doesn't play with this?"

"Awwwhhh ... hey ... hey! Yeah, that's good!" He felt the fierce warning sensations sizzle, and suddenly leaping, looping, soaring high from the bed, his come was flying in sparkling barrage.

Seconds later Selena released the unretreating cock shaft and dabbed at the sprinkle of semen that dotted her boobs and her tummy. "You know you're a little unbelievable, don't you?" She wriggled quickly across his legs and, straddling his thighs, reached to the tumultuous unyielding column and squeezed it impudently as she angled it directly between her thighs;

"Way down inside you, Drew Wilde, there's a hold button. I'm going to teach you how to find it and how to use it. In a man it's tied into your buttocks muscles and inside thigh muscles and you'll get to coordinate them to stave off climax. You can drive a girl wild for hours when you really get the technique. Kinda like in-halin' when you were learning to smoke."

She eased slowly down on his bulbous prick crown and felt the electricity run wildly through her as the spongy fullness of his glans pushed through her outer labial lips.

"Ahhh .. . Suh ... Selena! I goddaa ... I ... I can't hold back!" His semen gush charged frantically, splattering a few drops inside, but shooting most of the load outside her feverishly wanting cunty center.

,'That was beautiful!" gasped Selena. "Way too quick, but wow! Are you loaded!"

Inside she felt despair at the certainty that the phallus now discharged twice would wilt in spent limpness. The come that would have driven her mad, had it fired into her needy pussy, drooled sticky and warm down the insides of her thighs.

"So that's only a beginning!" she said softly. Now, next time use the muscles all through the back of your groin. Tense 'em! If it sounds crude, you have to forgive, but like when you were a little boy trying to hold back from number two when you had to go. Remember?"

"You know it," muttered Drew, desperate and, lest she desert him as hopeless, was eager to try again but felt the slow collapse of his hard-on. "Dammmnnn!"

Undaunted, Selena remained mounted across his gut, her fingers clasping the base of the uncertain stud length, half-fallen, half-stiffened. "You are forbidden to get hard, mister cock!" she hissed. "Don't you dare climb up and come into my vagina! I won't stand for it!"

Warm phallic flesh in her hand was firming to her words. It was time for the big gamble. "You're getting hard as a rock! You're going to dare stick inside me just like your Daddy's did the night he made you!

Don't you dare shoot sperm into your Mommy's teeny vagina!"

She wailed the plea almost believably and a fired-up Drew lurched upward to drive the knobby cap through the tender cunt flesh.

Suddenly he was trapped in the snug vagina. There was a tight and tantalizing movement of muscles in Selena's quim that couldn't he still to the fabulous stuffing of the formidable cock.

"Hold still!" he demanded, grabbing her hips to try to immobilize the invisible mystery muscles. "How can a guy hold back!"

"You have to!" panted Selena, fighting the sweep of orgasm in instant response to Drew's impaling cock. Losing! "I ... I'm going to come, Drew! You drive me wild! Just crazy cock, man . . . ohhhh!"

What gave him the stay power, Drew didn't understand, but he was hypnotized by the magic of watching a female driven bananas by his in-driven penis. He fought the clamor inside to let go and let it fly, and found the hidden muscles she had told him of. For one .. . two . . . three separate orgasms in Selena's convulsing, straining body, an overjoyed Drew held back, finally letting go when she screeched abandoned pleas for his climax.

He knew he'd never see such beauty, if he lived to be a thousand, when she arched and bent far back to the force of their mutual orgasm. Feminine fingers clutched fiercely to her breasts as she threw her head back the way he'd seen her do to the nipple-triggered climax. As he gaped, she seemed to be offering her boobs as a gift to the gods above, fingering the taut cones frantically as she cried little cries of ecstasy.

"Why'd you do that to your breasts while you were coming?" he asked when she wilted across his front and lay against his chest, breathing erratically.

"Double spunk," she giggled girlishly, quieting when she saw the confusion in his face. "See, sometimes everyone comes too quickly. Other times everyone needs a little extra stimulation. You wore me to a frazzle. Made me come six times in a row, and I wanted to "get it off again when you came. It worked for you, didn't it? Holding back, I mean."

"It did. It did!" His eyes danced delightedly and then dulled when he felt his love organ softening. "Party's over for a few minutes, guess. So, tell me about this visitor. I'm really sorry, by the way. Guess I just went ape. I wasn't even sure you weren't being attacked."

"You lie," she accused. "But I love you for it, Drew. We've had some changes and maybe I'm all wrong for what I've been doing since Daddy turned off on me. But I'm glad!" She said it defiantly. "And besides, he's very nice."

"If you let him near you, I'm sure he is. Course, I'm jealous as hell now."

Selena was suddenly very silent, weighing things, remembering Randy's liberal views and his fierce preoccupation with repeated declarations that any man she wanted should be allowed to love her body.

"Drew," she said, leaning to nibble lightly at his ear-lobe, "would it be hard for you to believe a woman can love three men simultaneously? Like I do you ... and your father ... and Randy."

"I believe that." He nodded, his hand creeping across her midriff to cup idly under a rich breast. "And I bet I know what you're going to say."

'That I'd like to go on playing all the time with you and with Randy and not feel guilty."

"So ..." Drew kissed her nipple slowly and deliberately. "Do it."

"I mean, I want to he with you and with Randy at the same time."

He whistled softly. "Menage a trois, the French call it, but my gosh!" He lay back, hands hooked behind his head, his penis climbing hard and steadily as he thought. "There's my answer," he said, nodding down his front. "And I've got a month's leave for family problems. Boy, have I got one!"

The loss of Fran was all at once a nothing as he saw Selena curl across his rib cage, then stretch prettily over his lower body to purse her lips to his hard-on.

"You're not able to hold back this time, betcha," she teased, ovaling sensuous carmine lips to the soaring erection.

"Try me."

She took the swollen chestnut shape into the oral port and had scarcely begun the fellatio when his groan sprang at her. "My Go'd, Selena .. . easy .. . easy . . . !"

Gobs of wonder-juice lashed at the roof of her mouth and tracked warmly down her throat. She writhed and twisted, her own response fierce and full to his premature finish. Then spewing the sopping love organ from her lips and watching it fold limply almost instantly, she sighed. "I am going to have to give you an awful lot of training during your furlough. An awful lot. And something else ... Randy has some of your same problem, too."

It was the next evening. Everett had complained he had to spend a long evening, maybe all night, at his office, grading midterms.

The house was brightly lit at every window when Randy arrived. Only the master bedroom shades were drawn. Clever, he thought, wondering why the mystery when she invited him to walk right up the stairs on his arrival and brace for a shock. No sound anywhere as he took the stairs two at a time, calling, "Anyone home?" as he climbed.

Her bedroom door was ajar when he turned down the hall, and he felt an inner alert that told him to brace for surprise. There, paused at the door, staring in wonder and disbelief, he saw the two naked on the great king-size bed. Selena, wonderful platinum hair bouncing happily across her shoulders, copulating cowboy style, her magnificent breasts jutting in wanton Exhibition, was in intercourse with Drew. Her own son!

Randy's head spun wildly as he stumbled into the room, feeling some of the jealousy and some of the rage that Drew must have felt for him just the day before. Her eyes lit happily when she saw him nearing the bed.

"Hurry, Randy!" she cried, reaching lovely slender arms toward him. "I've got to have you-now!"

He yanked at his tie in automatic response and hurriedly stripped, choking the question as he peeled his jockeys and saw that Drew, unmoving since his arrival, was staring in friendly welcome to the competition.

"Two at once!" he chortled, jumping onto the bed and still standing, hovering over the two of them. "Mrs. Wilde, how would you like to suck a very nice cock while you fuck your son?"

The smashing truth of it was out-but not altogether. In the same family, and only Randy knew it, there was another highly flammable, highly illicit relationship. God, he wondered, would that smile be on Selena's lips if she could see her husband now?