Chapter 10
It was almost a full week before Steven gave any serious thought to Nancy's warning about getting caught by their mother. During that time, he was too busy thinking about his secret meetings with Nancy and planning new sessions for satisfying his lust for the novelty of her young, exciting body. Unlike his mother, Nancy was aggressive and always introducing something different to try, hoping to increase the erotic sensation of every moment, while holding him captivated with her surprises. It wasn't until he began to wonder what would really happen if they should get caught, that he realized he had totally neglected his mother since that first afternoon with Nancy. Not only was it unfair to his mother to suddenly ignore her, he decided, but he was actually risking the possibility of her getting suspicious of his sudden lack of interest and of sending her in search of a reason for it.
As he thought about it, he realized he was caught in a complicated web of intrigue. He couldn't let his mother know about Nancy and he didn't want Nancy to know about his sex activities with their mother. To add to the difficulty of the situation, everything was taking place in the same house. Though he was completely thrilled with the change that had taken place in his sex life, Steven now found himself worrying about details he had recently criticized his mother for worrying about.
No more visits to Mom's room at night, he decided as he tried to form a mental schedule for his activities. That should actually make her happy, since she's always nervous about doing it when Nancy is home. So I can see Nancy at night and Mom in the afternoon. Then when Mom goes to the city shopping, Nancy and I can really go at it.
As soon as he got home from school that afternoon, he rushed to find his mother, to cover up for his obvious mistake over the past week. "How about a little rubdown?" he asked, grabbing her from behind and playfully biting at her neck.
"I was beginning to think something was wrong," Dottie said as she tried to get away from him before "he marked her neck with kisses.
"There was!" he lied. "My English teacher chewed my ass out for not paying attention in class; Nancy has been home practically all the time; and I've been studying for the midterm exams. Plus the fact, you always complain when I sneak into your room at night."
Much to Steven's surprise, his mother accepted the tale without question. He expected at least a
mild challenge to his weak excuse and a reluctance on her part to agree to go to the bedroom with him, without some additional coaxing. Instead, she smiled meekly at him and he saw her big brown eyes twinkle with excitement, removing any doubts he had about getting away with his deception.
As always, Dottie felt very young and excited when her son suggested that they slip off to play their forbidden game. She had begun to feel the pangs of jealousy creep into her thoughts as she tried to find a reason for his sudden lack of interest. It seemed obvious to her, as the days passed, that he had found a girl at school and was now more enchanted with younger girls. That had been her biggest fear from the beginning and she forced herself to accept it now as inevitable. She wouldn't allow herself to ruin the boy's life, she told herself, the way Gus Hartman had ruined his daughter's life with jealousy. Then in a single gesture by Steven, her fears were swept away and she believed everything he said-because she wanted to believe him.
At first, Steven wasn't sure if he would be able to go through with his plan. The thought of Nancy's beautiful, exciting body and her daring new challenges had him convinced she was the only one he would ever be happy with again. But as his hands began to stroke the soft, smooth skin of his mother's back and his eyes took in her naked body, the boy felt the familiar heat building in his sex equipment. She was still beautiful and exciting, he thought with growing lust. Her passive, yielding manner was as thrilling in its own way as were Nancy's wild, exotic ways, he told himself, knowing now that he would be happy with both and looking forward to his new schedule. Then his strong hands reached his mother's firm, white buttocks and he spread the balls of flesh to feast his eyes on the little bud that never ceased to fascinate him.
"Mmmmmmm ... you devil," Dottie purred as he kissed her hot, dry anus. His tongue set off an orgasm that she had become accustomed to receiving at the outset of each encounter. Her head was still registering the delightful effects of his tongue, when she suddenly realized it was no longer his tongue forcing its way into the little hole. "What ... are you doing?" she called out with apprehension.
"Gotta stick it in that sexy hole," he grunted back.
"No, Steven! No! It's too tight!" she cried, trying to lift herself up in defense, but pinned to the bed by his weight. "Stop! It hurts! It's too big to stick up there!"
"Gotta fuck it ... can't fight this urge any longer..."
"Oh, Steven. You're splitting me in half!" she cried, feeling the blunt knob gain its entrance into her rectum. She held her breath then, taking a moment to concentrate on the feeling his big, thick spike created as it drove up her squeezing insides. It was a painful, gagging sensation and she hated it, she told herself as she reached another climax. "Take it out!" she gasped, building to the peak of still another orgasm.
"There!" he said triumphantly and pressed the pillows of flesh together again. "I've wanted to tuck that little hole from the minute I first saw it."
"Take it out! Take it out!" she cried with alarm as his thick prong throbbed faster and faster. She knew that quick tempo signaled his climax, but couldn't imagine how it would feel in that already full, unbearably tight passage. Then she felt the cooling spray of his hose, along with the release of her own climax and she began a frantic pumping motion of her rump as she tried to piston his hot meat in and out of her sucking tunnel.
"AHHHHHH!" Steven gasped. "That feels great! I love it! So tight... and hot!"
"Mmmmmm ... I-I guess it is good," Dottie sighed. "Never thought I'd be saying that! You're just like your rather ... always trying to stick something up my asshole!"
"That's what you get for having such a beautiful ass," he laughed, withdrawing his meat quickly and watching the stunned eye blink furiously at the sudden vacancy.
Dottie opened the door to Nancy's room just wide enough to stick her head into the room and ask, "Is anything wrong, Nan? It's late___"
"I don't think I'll go to school today," Nancy answered in a sleepy voice.
"Do you feel all right?" Dottie asked with concern, slipping into the room and closing the door behind her. "I told you you were overdoing it at school . . " running yourself into the ground and ..."
"Please, Mom," Nancy moaned. "I'm fine. Honest. I just feel tired. A day off and some rest is all I need."
Dottie went to the side of the bed and placed the palm of her hand on Nancy's forehead. "You feel a little feverish," she commented. "I guess I'd better not go to the city today...."
"That's ridiculous!" Nancy shot back. "What are you going to do, sit and watch me sleep? Look, I'll go to school if it's going to send the whole house into a panic."
"Hey, I'm leaving," Steven's voice called from the hall. "You'd better move it, Nan!"
"Okay," Dottie called back. "Nancy isn't going in today. ... Be sure to lock the door on the way out!"
"On second thought, I think I will," Nancy said, closing her eyes. "I could probably get more rest at school."
"Don't get fresh," Dottie said firmly. "I'll get the thermometer and we'll see if you've got a fever."
"Really, Mom," Nancy objected, but saw her mother wasn't paying any attention to her as she headed for the door. "Oh, all right. There's one in my bathroom."
"If you're coming down with a cold," Dottie said as she turned back and went into the nearby bathroom, "it's better to catch it before it gets any worse. You've got the prom coming up in a little over two weeks and you don't want to be sick for that."
"I wish you hadn't mentioned it," Nancy sighed. "Laura doesn't have a date and she wants me to get Steven to take her."
"Did you ask him?" Dottie asked, returning with the thermometer and pretending to be preoccupied with it.
"You know how boys are. He doesn't want to go in the first place and says you won't give him the money in the second place, with a few more places thrown in for good measure. Laura doesn't expect him to pay for everything, but he doesn't even want to talk about it."
Dottie was pleased to hear of her son's response and almost smiled. But she quickly recovered and said, "I won't force him to go if he doesn't want to. But if you can talk him into it, I'll give him the money. Now open your mouth...."
"It's not that kind of thermometer," Nancy said, managing a little laugh as she struggled to turn over on her stomach.
"Since when have you been sleeping in the nude?" Dottie asked with surprise as the covers slipped down Nancy's back, exposing her milk-white skin.
"I don't know," Nancy answered over her shoulder. "Sometimes I just feel like it. You should try it sometime. After a bath, it's great to snuggle under the covers all naked and tingling...."
Dottie suddenly felt a little strange and embarrassed. Her daughter had a woman's body now and Dottie felt uncomfortable about touching her naked flesh. It also bothered her to have the tingling sensation that ran through her body, she thought as she forced herself to reach out a trembling hand and pull the covers down to the girl's legs. She stared with envy at the perfectly matched, blemish-free, white globes of flesh Nancy now lifed for her. The same chill ran through her now as when she had first seen Steven's naked flesh, except Dottie didn't know how to handle it this time. This is silly! she told herself, quickly reaching out her left hand to spread the fleshy balls with her fingers. Gently, she inserted the glass tube in the waiting target.
"Owwww!" Nancy squealed, following the squeal with a laugh.
"You're going to drive some man out of his mind with that beautiful ass," Dottie whispered, running her left hand over the smooth skin of the girl's buttocks.
"Some day, I suppose," Nancy sighed, propping her head up slightly with one hand and looking over her shoulder. "But I want to finish college first and maybe even get a. good start on a career before I start thinking about marriage."
From the position Nancy had taken, Dottie could clearly see a full, pear-shaped breast jutting out, and she longed to touch that as well. Stop thinking that way! Dottie scolded herself. This is maddening, the way I get over the sight of my own kids!
"My friends all think I'm crazy, going to the prom with Lester," Nancy went on. "But I can't stand the way most of the boys always try to grab and feel. All they seem to think about is sex."
"It's only curiosity with school boys," Dottie said, patting her daughter's bottom. "At a certain age, they start to feel their oats and think girls should feel the same way. The smart girls, like yourself, aren't fooled by it. The ones that give in to the boys usually regret it when.it's too late."
Dottie felt a hot flash shoot through her body as she withdrew the thermometer. She turned away quickly to read it, not trusting herself to continue looking at the inviting flesh of her unsuspecting daughter.
"You were right," Dottie sighed. "You don't have a fever ... so just stay in bed and get some rest."
"Good!" Nancy chirped. "I feel better already."
When Dottie turned to leave she saw Nancy out of the corner of her eye and had to take a second look. The girl was facing her fully and Dottie's eyes focused on the triangle of golden-blonde hair. The girFs beautiful skin, exquisite shape and the golden fleece had Dottie so envious now, it bordered on resentment. "I-I guess I will go shopping," she stammered before rushing from the room.