Chapter 5

The balance of the vacation passed quickly for the Miller family. Nancy and Steven spent most of their time with Mike's son and daughter: swimming, boating, learning to water ski and going to dances every night. It didn't bother Dottie that she only saw them when it was time to eat or sleep. In fact, she felt her greatest reward was just seeing them have such a good time and acting like normal teenagers. She was also delighted that Nancy had finally found a boy her own age to be with, though it was puzzling that she never mentioned the handsome, much more mature young man with the pick-up truck. But when Dottie's curiosity got the best of her and she asked Nancy, the girl simply shrugged it off with a halfhearted laugh and the word, "Married!" Her daughter's apparent wisdom, both in handling the young man and the situation with the group she had met the first day, gave Dottie a strong sense of pride in her. The girl's actions put Dottie's mind at ease about several things, including her own part in her upbringing. She was especially pleased to think that all she had heard about teenage sex these days wasn't true of her own daughter. All Nancy had to do was hold firmly to these convictions, Dottie told herself, and she'd make it to the altar a virgin-like herself.

While the vacation was the best she could remember, Dottie wasn't sorry when it came time to return to New York and their comfortable home on Long Island. She would miss the afternoon cocktail parties on the beach, she admitted to herself. And all the attention she'd gotten from the other parents had been great for her ego. The trip had revealed hidden traits in her own personality that she never knew existed. People actually found her charming, she realized-and not just the men!

In all her life, Dottie had never dreamed she would entertain a lover every night of the week. She gave the full credit for this to Mike Johnson. He arrived every night, without fail, a few minutes after the children left for a dance. Even over her objections, he always managed to finesse her into bed with the cunning use of those superficial kisses to the junction of her legs. Dottie's sudden lust to experience the full sensation his kisses promised kept her in suspense, and provided Mike with the means of getting what he wanted. She didn't have any regrets about it. But on the last night, when he still hadn't delivered what she expected to be a thrilling kiss to her fully exposed vaginal lips, Dottie came to the conclusion the entire affair had been a big disappointment. As a matter-of-fact, she told herself on the return trip through New England, if it hadn't been for that exciting night with Steven, Mike wouldn't have brought me to a climax at all. It was the thought of that experience with Steven that brought on every orgasm during Mike's lovemak-ing. And his trying to get me to take his ... his cock ... in my mouth was revolting. I wasn't the one to suggest that he kiss me down there. I never would have thought of anything like that! But he kept teasing me ... telling me he was going to kiss those red-hot lips down there.... Damn, I was getting excited just thinking about it. I should have known it was a big lie ... to get what he really wanted.... Well, he didn't get it in my mouth! That's where I draw the line. Though I shouldn't complain . . I left all my frustrations there.

"I wish school wasn't starting so soon," Steven moaned from the back of the car.

"Not me!" Nancy shot back over her shoulder, twisting in the front seat until she was sitting with her back to the door and facing Dottie. "I'll be in my senior year and I can't wait to get back. It'll be a ball this year ... lots of activities and things to do____"

"Big deal," Steven mumbled sarcastically.

"I guess the vacation is really over," Dottie sighed jokingly. "You kids are back to normal ... just the way you were before we left."

She quickly discovered she was wrong about that. As soon as they got home, Steven's hands began to make playful passes at her buttocks. He wasn't confident enough to come right out and grab her, she realized. He was testing to see what her reaction would be, by playfully brushing or patting his hand on her bottom. He's so cute, Dot-tie told herself, answering his passes with equally playful moves to avoid his hands. She didn't know she was confusing him with this tactic until she noticed he was beginning to get a little irritable and moody.

"Miss your pretty little girlfriend?" she taunted him.

"Hell, no!" he growled back. "She was just a kid ... won't be fifteen for another month."

"Well, she had a nice shape for a little kid!" she replied, not giving the matter much thought. Driving all the way home had left her tired, and now her mind was more concerned with getting the house back to normal. She never noticed Steven storm from the room in a rage, taking his hurt feelings and deflated ego to the solitude of his room.

It took nearly two full weeks before the hectic pace of getting back into the school routine began to slow down. But once the last minute shopping for things the kids suddenly realized they needed for school was over and the housework was under control, Dottie had time on her hands again. She drifted back into the habit of daydreaming, going back over the details of her vacation and wishing she was back in New Hampshire, where the days

were filled with fresh new experiences. Gradually, it became a morning ritual for her to sit at the kitchen table, after Nancy and Steven left for school, and have two or three cups of coffee, while staring into space as she relived that exciting night with Steven. But missing from these fantasies was the desire to turn the dream into a reality. She had convinced herself that it could never be the same the second time, and that she had to content herself with the memory. Dottie found it easy to accept this concept, since she no longer felt that tormenting ache, as she had before the vacation, to satisfy her body's demand for an orgasm. She even contemplated getting a job, to fill the dull emptiness left by those new daydreams. And the house seemed so big and lonely now. Even when Steven and Nancy were home, they spent most of their time studying in their rooms.

Then one morning in late October, almost six weeks after their return from New Hampshire, Steven entered the kitchen in his robe and pajamas to announce that he didn't feel well and wasn't going to school.

"Then you'd better stay in bed today and get plenty of rest," Dottie told him as she rushed to finish ironing a blouse for Nancy. "I hear the flu is going around, so don't take any chances."

"I don't really feel sick," Steven injected, to put her mind at ease. "It's just like ... I don't know ... I feel sorta blah."

"Go back to bed and as soon as I finish getting 70

your sister off to school, I'll bring you some breakfast."

"I'm not hungry," he sighed over his shoulder as he padded off to his room.

Dottie was grateful for the unexpected break in her uneventful routine. As long as he wasn't seriously ill, she thought, it will be nice just having someone around the house. Then she heard Nancy calling to see if her blouse was ready and quickly finished the chore. To give her daughter a few extra minutes for breakfast, Dottie took the ironed blouse up to her room and told her about Steven. It took almost an hour before Nancy was on her way and Dottie could get back to Steven.

"I brought you some orange juice and toast," Dottie whispered softly from the door, thinking he had gone back to sleep by now.

"I really don't feel like eating," Steven answered. "But I'll take a sip of the juice."

"Here, take your temperature first," Dottie said, taking the thermometer from the tray and gently guiding it under his tongue. I brought you two aspirin ... just in case. It won't hurt to take them anyway."

Steven nodded his head, then watched her flit around the room, tidying up while they waited to see if he had a fever. She was more beautiful in person, he thought, than in his recent daydreams. He wanted to tell her how beautiful he thought she was, but the words stuck in his throat. As he watched her move around the room, he wondered if she was wearing anything under her long blue robe. There wasn't the slightest sign of anything else and he preferred to think she wasn't.

"Let's see how you're doing," she said, taking the thermometer from his mouth. "Hmmmm ... you've got a very slight fever ... better take the aspirin ... and drink your juice."

"Life sure is funny," Steven said, then paused to swallow the aspirins and wash them down with the juice. "I was just thinking how I used to go wild when I was a kid and you took my temperature ... you know, in the rectum. Then you get older, when things like that don't bother you anymore and suddenly you don't have to do it that way."

"Well, you can thank your sister for the rectal thermometer!" Dottie laughed. "When she bit a thermometer in half and almost scared me to death, I decided not to take a chance like that again."

"That sounds like something Nan would do!" he laughed.

Dottie sat on the edge of the bed and said, "That's not the half of it. She was a little terror when she got sick. Only her 'Daddy' could take her temperature after that. If I went near her she carried on so bad, she actually worked herself into a fever. Then your father would come home from work and without a word of complaint, she'd pull down her panties and bend over for him. It made me furious!"

The vision of Nancy pulling her panties down and bending over to expose her bare rump be- came a vivid picture in Steven's mind. He had seen her in that position the time they played "doctor" and didn't get caught. The semi-stiff male-organ that rested comfortably on his belly suddenly flexed and hardened. He envied his father for having had the privilege of actually taking Nancy's temperature, with full cooperation from both the girl and his mother. When his mind's eye flashed the image of the glass tube slipping into the little buttonhole between Nancy's smooth, white buttocks, his prong throbbed faster and faster.

"What did Dad say about all this?" he managed to ask, hoping to control the urgent pulsing in his sex equipment by talking and taking his mind off the vision that excited him so.

"Ha! The first thing a little girl learns is how to wrap her daddy around her little finger," Dottie answered. "The mother has to swallow her pride, because the father thinks it's cute."

Uppermost in Steven's mind was how he could turn the conversation to the topic of his lust-hardened meat. There wasn't the slightest hint in his mother's voice that she was aware of his thoughts. Since they'd returned home, he got the impression that she thought she had solved all his problems about sex.

"I could use a cup of coffee," Dottie said, getting up to leave. "Would you like me to bring you a cup too?"

"Okay," he answered, fighting to hide his disappointment. As she crossed the room, his eyes disrobed her and he imagined he could see the twin spheres of flesh inviting him to plant his throbbing meat in the deep valley again. The rigid muscle in his pajama pants jerked violently and his hand shot down under the covers to seize it, hoping to choke off the eruption of hot lava that was all ready rumbling in the depths of his volcano. But his hand reached the throbbing shaft just in time to hold it for the climax. The sticky sap shot up his belly, then trickled back down, drenching his pants and creating an uncomfortable conclusion to a pleasant release.

Quickly, he slipped out of bed and raced to the bathroom. If he hurried, he told himself, he could shed the pajamas, wash away the sticky mess and get back before his mother returned with the coffee. After spending two weeks sharing one bathroom with his sister and mother, he was suddenly thankful for the private bathrooms they each had at home. He was just telling himself that it didn't matter if she got back before he finished, because she'd think nothing of his going to the bathroom, when he heard her enter his room. Don't forget to flush the bowl, he reminded himself as he toweled himself dry. Then he realized he didn't have anything to wear back into his room. Normally he would have panicked, he thought, but he felt too calm and relaxed for that-thanks to the orgasm. His eyes turned to the full-length mirror on the door, saw his limp penis dangling between his legs, and decided there was no need to worry.

"I didn't expect you back so fast," he said confidently as he opened the bathroom door. He stepped out naked into the room and casually added, "I wanted to change my pajamas ... they were kinda sweaty. ..."

Dottie's big brown eyes grew bigger at the sight of him. She forced a little smile, in an attempt to hide her amazed expression, but her eyes devoured the naked boy with uncontrollable lust. He moved casually in the direction of the dresser and she couldn't take her eyes off him. As he bent to retrieve a pair of pajamas from the bottom drawer, Dottie found herself slip limply to a sitting position on the edge of the bed and stare longingly at his buttocks. Her fingers ached to reach out and touch him. Nothing in her life had ever aroused her as much as her own son's body.

"Wait!" she blurted out without thinking, as Steven started to step into his pajama pants. He shot her a quick, questioning look over his shoulder and remained motionless, poised to slip on his pants. Dottie couldn't think straight and was having trouble recovering her composure. He was waiting for her to say something, she knew, but nothing came to her. At least nothing she could say and still pretend she was doing everything for his benefit.

"I ... I ... just wanted to ... touch you again," she heard herself saying. "To feel your ... nice smooth ass...." Steven inched closer, not knowing what to expect. At first, she caught him by surprise and he thought she had discovered his recent climax and was angry about it. But now she seemed to be in a trance and not as threatening. He moved closer to where she was sitting on the bed and stood there silently, waiting to see what she wanted.

The glazed look in her eyes gradually disappeared and she ran her hands up the backs of his legs to the rubbery balls of his hot buttocks. "I suddenly remembered that morning up at the lake," she explained, kneading the balls of flesh with both hands and looking up into his face. "I remembered how good it felt ... to pamper you ... the way I did when you were a baby. I guess I was trying to convince myself that you really weren't... so ... so all grown up."

"I'm glad you told me," he said with a smile. "I thought I was just being a ... a pest.... You know ... an immature kid. I don't feel so bad ... now that I know you didn't really mind. I was beginning to think you were angry. ..."

"Angry? Don't be silly, pet. I loved it. I guess it made me feel young again." Once again it was turning out to her advantage, she thought. "For me, it brings back memories of when you were just a little baby and I powdered your ass ... and did everything for you." She slithered her hand over his hip and lifted his limp organ in the palm of it. "You weren't this big then ... but I washed and powered you there too!" The touch of her hand on the sensitive skin of his penis started to stir up new thoughts of excitement. Before he could move, the limp tube of flesh thickened and slowly lifted with a new stiffness. Sonofabitch! Why does she always have to see me with a hard-on?

"Judging by the expression on your face," Dot-tie said, grinning up at him, "you're either mad at me for touching you ... or embarrassed to be getting aroused."

"I guess I'm embarrassed ..." he mumbled.

"I thought we solved that problem up at the lake," Dottie said softly. "There's no reason to be embarrassed. See? I'm looking right at it ... and ... and I think it's beautifull So stop tormenting yourself."

The words sank into his head slowly and had a tranquilizing effect on him. His ego began to swell and he found himself gaming in confidence.

Excitement was building in her own body now, but Dottie wasn't concerned about it. Having reached this new plateau of understanding with her son, she felt there would be little difficulty getting him to bring her to a climax when she was ready. She traced the deep crevice between the firm balls of flesh until she found his anus, then circled and toyed with it teasingly. His lance stood stiff and straight now and the hand supporting it was free. As though by instinct, the hand drifted down and cupped the dangling sacs that swung from between his legs. The boy moaned at the touch of her hand on the wrinkled sacs, and Dot- tie squeezed them gently, while the finger in back tapped sensuously at his sucked-in anus.

Dottie smiled when he began to squirm and move lewdly from the sensations her fingers were giving him. She focused her attention on the head of his spear and watched the purplish head balloon bigger and bigger, a few short inches from her eyes. The thought of coaxing him to a climax this way added to her own excitement.

"Oh! That feels great!" he gasped.

In response, Dottie puckered her lips and directed a stream of warm breath over the mushroom-shaped head of his weapon. A clear teardrop of fluid oozed from the slit at the tip, and without thinking she pressed her puckered lips to it. When the realization of what she had done finally reached her brain, she snapped her head back. Her nostrils flared at the male odor and her tongue automatically swept across her lips to clean away the drop of nectar from his stick. Her head was suddenly in a turmoil. The taste and smell of maleness was overpowering.

Steven moaned at the loss of those soft pink pillows on the tip of his prong. He wanted to seize her head and pull her lips back, but he didn't.

Dottie couldn't believe she had pressed her lips to the head of a male organ. She eyed the weapon carefully, wondering why his organ was desirable when she wouldn't dream of kissing anyone else there. Convinced that she had actually kissed it and didn't find it objectionable, she longed to kiss it again. Now with her eyes open and fully aware of what she was doing, Dottie slowly bent forward and pressed her full, pouty lips to the tip of it. She felt Steven's hands gently rest on the back of her head and she knew he must be thrilled with this new experience. Her lips parted and the next thing she knew his throbbing meat was throbbing on her tongue.

"Unbelievable!" Steven cried. "Man! That's unbelievable! Too much! I ... I ... I love it!"

She eased it out of her mouth, her lips tightly hugging the shape until it was free and she could see the head of it glistening with her own saliva. A gentle nudge of his hand, on the back of her head, told her he wanted more, and she quickly sucked it back into her mouth. Her tongue swept over and around it as she got braver. It feels so good! she told herself. It tastes good and smells good too!

Shit! Steven thought with building anxiety. My fuckin' balls are killin' me ... feel like they're in a vise ... aches like a bastard ... but hurts so good! I want to come in her mouth! She'll kill me for sure if I do . . gotta tell her ... later ... just before I come. That fuckin' finger in my asshole is drivin' me crazy!

Dottie's head bobbed up and down on his thick meat. She found herself eagerly stuffing it into her mouth and driving the blunt tip deeper and deeper into her throat. His moans of pleasure increased her hunger to devour as much of the pole as possible. Both her body and mind told her that this was the ultimate act of possession and owning him was her greatest passion. It was mind boggling, she thought, to taste, smell, feel, see, and hear him all at the same time. Her body reacted to the excitement and thrill of the act with the flush of an orgasm. It was her second or third, she realized. They weren't wild, breathtaking orgasms, she admitted, but she loved the refreshing experience of feeling so many orgasms flow from her body so rapidly.

"Ahhhggggg .. ." Steven moaned. "I-I-I'mmmm gonna come! Any second ... I'm gonna comel"

Dottie felt his hands pulling her hair, trying to free his organ from the depths of her throat. She struggled to keep it in her mouth, but the boy was pulling frantically and she had to yield to the pain he was causing.

"No!" Dottie cried, when his thick spear slipped from her mouth. She released his testicles and quickly wrapped that arm around his hip, to join the other hand in back. Digging her sharp nails into the firm flesh of his buttock, while poking her finger into his rectum forcefully, she cried, "Stick it in my mouth! I want you! Come in my mouth, pet! I want it!"

Steven's hands immediately released her hair and pulled her head forward quickly, thrusting his spear back into the moist heat of her mouth. "Mmmmmm ... that feels ... nnnngggghhh ... soooo gooood. ..."

The fear of losing him subsided and Dottie suddenly realized she had driven her finger, with the long sharp nail, into his sensitive little hole. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt him and she popped her finger from his rectum.

"AHHHHHH! OH! Nnnngggghhhh ... comin'. .. hold me tight! I'm comin'.. .."

The impact of his juice splashing against the walls of her throat took Dottie by surprise. She choked and gagged, but he forced his prong deeper into her throat, filling her mouth with his thick meat and shooting juices. Breathlessly, she swallowed hard and fast, trying to keep up with the flood that seemed to be drowning her.

"Mmmmmm..." he sighed, with one last thrust of his spear into her throat.

After a few moments, Dottie felt the meat slip-ping from her mouth. She was relieved now and quickly wiped the overflow that trickled from her lips and down her chin, on the sleeve of her robe. Then, without looking at her son, she got up and walked to the door.

"Mom," he called after her. When Dottie turned to face him, he said, "You're the greatest ... and I love you."

Dottie smiled meekly, then turned and left the room. She went directly to her own bedroom and threw herself on the bed.

What's happening to me? I can't understand this strange attraction I have for Steven ... he's only a boy! In her mind's eye, she could see him standing naked before her again, with his stiff lance pointing to her lips. "I don't know what came over me ... wanting to kiss him like that. I never wanted to kiss anyone there! But ... but somehow ... I want to do things I can't explain ... like feeling his ass and holding his balls in my hand. I get so excited ... just touching him ... seeing his reaction ... and knowing he's mine.. ..

She got up and went to the dresser, hoping to find an answer in the image reflected in the mirror. But there wasn't even a hint in the perplexed expression of the face that stared back at her. His father always called me a prude. And maybe he was right. But then again, I never felt this way about anyone else.

After a long, hard look at herself in the mirror, Dottie finally shrugged her shoulders and accepted the idea that it was probably a temporary stage she was going through. At the same time, she had to admit that she would do it all over again, if she had the chance. She could still smell and taste him, and suddenly she felt good again.