Chapter 6
In the days and weeks that followed, Dorothy became increasingly aware of how difficult it was for her and her son to have a carefree moment alone. It seemed to her that Nancy was always present, or would be at any moment, making it impossible to indulge the actualizing of in any of the fantasies she had about Steven. To make matters worse, Steven was constantly arousing her by feeling her breasts, or slipping his hand into her panties to caress her buttocks. Even though she made it clear to him that she wouldn't allow any play if Nancy was in the house, his hands only respected the rule when Nancy was in the same room. Otherwise, he would corner Dottie in a hall or adjoining room and run his hands adoringly over her body. He didn't realize the agony his teasing hands were creating inside her, and Dottie couldn't tell him, without blowing her ploy of doing it all for his benefit.
For Steven, it was a different matter, since he could reach a climax in minutes and required little more inspiration than having her hand on his organ, while he fondled a breast or invaded her rectum with his finger. He reached a climax so quickly, it wasn't even necessary for either of them to undress, and it eliminated the fear of being caught by Nancy.
Though it frustrated her, Dottie was still pleased by all the attention he gave her and didn't begrudge the boy the enjoyment she couldn't have for herself. By constantly rationalizing and telling herself that it was all for his benefit anyway, she was able to cope with the frustration and enjoy the happiness her son really gave her.
Meanwhile, Dottie noticed that more and more men were making passes at her. She couldn't explain the sudden boldness some of the husbands of her longtime friends were showing. It began to bother her and she couldn't find a reason for these men to think she suddenly wanted to go to bed with them. She began to imagine that she was doing something to encourage them, though she knew it wasn't anything intentional. Finally, she began to have a nagging suspicion that her affair with Mike Johnson had triggered something in her make-up that told men she was easy to make.
Then, as if by coincidence, the phone rang one afternoon and she was shocked to hear Mike Johnson's voice. In her mind, Mike Johnson only existed if you went to New Hampshire on vacation and stayed at the resort he managed. Otherwise you never heard or saw him again.
"I'll be in the city a few days," he was saying, but Dottie only half-listened to what he said. His voice reminded her of a forbidden pleasure she had come to crave. He had tantalized her with fleeting glimpses of what that pleasure would bring, but never fulfilled his promise to satisfy her lust for it. Now the thought only added to her frustration and urgent need for a release.
"What?" Dottie asked in a daze.
"How about it?" he repeated the question.
"How about what?" she asked.
"How about you and me getting together ... while I'm in town?"
"I don't think so..." Dottie heard herself say, but her body and mind objected to the decision she was forcing on them. She could feel herself trembling and knew it would be easy to just take the railroad into Manhattan to enjoy a few hours alone in his hotel room.
"Are you sure?" Mike pressed.
"Yes," Dottie answered, with more firmness in her voice, but less certain she meant it.
"Okay," he said with regret. "But I'll be back in a few weeks and I'll call you then. ... I need you, Dot. I need you bad. All I can think about is kissing you ... well, you know what I mean. You know how crazy I am about that beautiful ... spot. The sweetest-smelling ..."
"Please, Mike!" Dottie gasped.
"Well, I mean it! I hope nobody's listening ... because I want to tell you ... how much I want to eat your pussy! And that's the truth ... honest ... no teasing or holding back this time...." , "Maybe the next time you're in town," Dottie said, desperately fighting the urge to change her mind.
"Okay. I'll call as soon as I get in town ..."
"That'll be fine. I'll be talking to you," she cut him short at the sound of someone coming and hung up quickly as Steven walked into the room.
"Who was that?" he asked, dropping his books on the kitchen table.
"Oh, just a friend," Dottie answered, hoping he didn't notice her hand tremble as she hung up the receiver.
"Nan wanted me to remind you that she won't be home for dinner tonight," Steven said as he looked for something to eat in the refrigerator.
"I'm glad you did ... forgot all about it." Dottie walked slowly and with uncertainty toward the living room. She felt dizzy and weak from Mike's offer.
"Is anything wrong?" Steven asked.
"No ... I just don't feel ... right. I think I'll rest for a little while ... before starting dinner." She picked up her pace slightly, to show him that she wasn't really ill, and without looking back headed across the carpeted living room to the bedroom stairs.
Once alone in the safety of her bedroom, Dottie felt the last ounce of strenth drain from her body. She slumped on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Why did I turn Mike down like that? It would have been the perfect solution to this ... this nagging ... aching desire inside me. And it would nave been so easy! His hotel room ... no kids to drop in unexpectedly ... no need to rush ... I was crazy to turn him down. Even if he didn't keep his promise to kiss it ... at least I'd have it filled ... and I need a man so bad.
She tried to picture Mike in her mind, but found she couldn't recall enough detail about him to even form a mental vision. His face was a complete blank and she hated herself for consciously blotting him out of her mind after the trip.
The afternoon sun filled the room with bright orange hues, giving her a warm, soothing sensation that gradually eased the thoughts of lust from her mind. The nervous, panicky feeling was gone, leaving her with a dull feeling as she accepted the fact that she had made the wrong decision. The burning itch between her legs, which Mike's words had fanned to an unbearable pitch, also vanished.
Just what kind of man are you looking fort She asked sarcastically. A prince in shining armor? Like school girls dream of finding? You haven't paid any attention to a single one of the men that have made passes. If you had only ... well, maybe found one of them a little attractive ... you could have encouraged him a little. But you didn't give any of them a chance. ...
"Are you all right, Mom?" Steven's voice cut into her thoughts.
She tilted her head to the side and saw him standing in the doorway. "I'm fine ... just a little headache," she lied.
"Would you like me to bring you anything?" he asked with concern. He stepped into the room to see if she still had that pale, faint look he had noticed in the kitchen.
"No ... but thanks anyway. I'm okay."
From the sound of her voice, he got the feeling she was just saying it so he wouldn't worry. He strode the remaining distance to the bed with an air of determination, sat on the edge of the bed and placed his hand on her forehead.
Dottie gave him a grin and a look of tolerance, then said, "See? No fever ... I just feel tired ... a little fatigued ..."
"If you'll turn over," he said softly, "I'll massage your neck and shoulders. It helps ease the tension and fatigue in tired muscles.... You'll feel better...."
"Where'd you learn all this, doctor?" she laughed, but rolled over on her stomach so his feelings wouldn't be hurt. He was honestly concerned, she thought with pride, and wanted to do something to help her.
"On television," he answered, and they both laughed.
"Mmmmm..." Dottie sighed appreciatively, as his fingers gently massaged the back of her neck, then her temples. "I don't remember seeing this program," she laughed.
"I saw it in a movie," he said defensively.
Dottie felt his weight shift and realized he was now straddling her waist and getting down to the serious matter of massaging her neck, shoulders, and back. He was good at it, she thought with increased pride, as his hands kneaded and rubbed with firm, but soothing strokes. She forgot all about Mike and ,the phone call. Contentment filled her body and her mind responded to the boy's touch by totally relaxing. She began to drift into a drowsy, almost dozing state. He seemed intent on doing a good job of pleasing her and worked thoroughly on her shoulders and neck. Then, using a heavier hand, he massaged her back. After a few trips down her backbone to her waist, she noticed his hands slip under her sweater for the next trip back up to her shoulders and she smiled contentedly into the pillow.
"Feel good?" he asked hopefully, wanting to please her and looking for assurance.
"Mmmmmm ... delicious," Dottie purred.
"Massages are suppose to be done directly to the skin," he said with a tone of authority. "What we really need is a sauna ... that's where you can really appreciate a rubdown."
Encouraged by her apparent pleasure, Steven took her bra strap in his hands aggressively and unhooked it. Then he quickly rubbed the indentation in her flesh that the elastic strap made, hoping to prove to her that it felt better this way. She cooed happily as his fingers rubbed the itch from her skin.
The touch of his fingertips on the sides of her flattened, partially covered breasts brought Dottie out of the doze she was slipping into. She knew he was no longer just thinking about her health, but she found it amusing. She wouldn't encourage him, she decided, but at the same time she wouldn't stop him from having a little fun.
After a few more passes over her shoulders and back, his hands swept down her back to the top of her slacks. She loved the way he tried to be casual about lowering them, but without her help the waistband only moved down a few frustrating inches. He tugged at the top a few times without success and tried to ease it over her hips, one side at a time. It was beginning to strike her funny, but she didn't want him to see her laugh. Finally she lifted her stomach off the bed and the boy anxiously pulled the slacks down to her knees, taking her panties with them.
"Wow!" he said, bubbling over with enthusiasm. "That's one beautiful ass you've got there." To emphasize the point, he patted the globes of white meat tenderly.
Normally, she knew she would have been just as excited as he was by now, but this time she didn't feel as though she wanted to get aroused. She wanted to forget the anxiety and frustration that went with it, she told herself, as his fingers worked lovingly over her buttocks. Then his hands pulled the two globes in opposite directions and she wondered what was going through his mind as he stared at the little bud hidden between those mounds of flesh.
He's probably tickled to death just looking at it, she told herself, filling with ecstasy over the fact that it was her body he was admiring. I'll bet he's so excited he could come in his jeans. But first he'll want to explore the inside of the forbidden hole with his finger ... and won't be satisfied until he tunnels into it as far as his finger will reach...
But then Dottie felt his fingers relax and he was suddenly pressing the globes of flesh together, just the opposite of what she expected. A moment later he was rubbing and kneading the firm flesh in the same way he had worked on her shoulders. It was as though he had suddenly remembered there was a job to do and that he had to get back to business. She was surprised, but exceedingly pleased that he would put aside his own animal lust, at a time like this, just to fulfill his promise to give her a rubdown. Not at all like his father, Dottie reminded herself. That man was obsessed with my ass ... driving me insane the way he was always sticking his finger in and wanting me to let him stick his cock in ... until I finally put my foot down and ended his foolishness.
The boy's hands moved meticulously down the backs of her legs and she began to admit that he had a talent for what he was doing. His fingers brought a relaxed, tingling sensation to her muscles, and she could feel the tired, aching feeling disappear. Dottie went back to thinking about her husband, no longer concerned that Steven was slipping her slacks and panties down to her ankles and finally off.
It's funny the way things work out.... Like putting up with his father all those years, when sex was the only thing on his mind. . " . Then one day you find your husband no longer acts like an animal ... he becomes reasonable and less demanding. And the next thing you know ... he's gone!
"Well, I guess that's it," Steven's voice interrupted her thoughts. "I hope you liked it ... and feel better..."
"Mmmmmmm ... I loved it!" Dottie responded sleepily, not wanting to move. "You're terrific! I think I'll hire you on a permanent basis, doctor ... just send me the bill!"
"Ha! That's a good one. The pleasure was all mine. In fact ... I'd even pay you!" The boy's eyes were following the line between her tightly closed legs, from her ankles to where they ended at the torso. "There's just one thing..." he added, crawling up the bed with his legs still straddling hers, "...if it's all right with you ... I'd like to kiss your ass...."
"Why would you want to do that, pet? I already told you how great you were... ."
"I want to kiss it! It's the most beautiful ass I've ever seen ... and it's so white ... and smooth ... and ... and looks so delicious ... I just want to kiss it all over!"
"In that case, it's yours ... do whatever you like," she purred, with a little wiggle of her der-riere for emphasis.
The boy swooped down so fast and began smothering her buttocks with such frantic kisses, it took Dottie's breath away. She felt his teeth nip at the tender flesh and then his hot, wet tongue licking at the cool, sleek skin he had bitten. One of his knees forced its way between her legs, and the coarse material of his jeans reminded her that he was still fully dressed. She yielded to his desire to go between her legs and spread them just enough for him to kneel between her knees, while lavishly covering her buttocks with kisses.
Like his rubdown, the kisses made her tingle all over. It was a beautiful, satisfying ego-trip, she admitted, enjoying the experience more than she had thought she would. She could only imagine that the boy had been mesmerized by those pillows of flesh, the way she had been with his stiff, beckoning serpent, the morning she devoured it. His insatiable hunger delighted her. It gave her chills each time he panted his open mouth on one of the cheeks and sucked the flesh between his teeth until it caused a stinging sensation on the tender spot. Then he licked his wet tongue over the area, soothing the tingling pain with saliva.
Dottie found it increasingly difficult to control the pangs of excitement that rushed to her brain and threatened to arouse her desire for more and more, until she could only be satisfied if he brought her to an orgasm. But when she thought of the anxiety and anguish of building to the peak of excitement without any assurance the boy could deliver the evasive climax, she was able to control the degree of excitement his kisses brought her.
"Feel good?" Steven gasped, taking a moment to catch his breath and once again eye the meal he found so delicious.
"Oh, yes," Dottie breathed softly, assuming he had satisfied his appetite by now. She wasn't sure she could take much more of that kind of treatment and still keep a clear head. She was happy she could finally relax and savor the inner glow of pleasure his kisses had brought her.
"The sight ... of your ... ass ... drives me wild," he panted. "Can't seem ... to get ... enough of it! It's so beautiful ... and delicious!"
"You're very sweet," Dottie purred, sweeping her arms under the pillow to form a luxurious cradle for her head. She no longer felt tired or sleepy, but the contentment that flowed through her body urged her to snuggle there and enjoy the soothing effect it all had on her.
Steven slid his hands over the smooth, white, blemish-free globes again. He fondled the contours tenderly, drinking in the excitement the firm flesh sent through his fingers to his brain and down to his throbbing erection. The words he had used, trying to tell her how exciting the sight was, seemed inadequate. Once again, he separated the mounds and eyed the little buttonhole. It seemed to wink at him, fanning the flames of desire that raged in his demanding sex organ. His brain felt like a bowl of mushy oatmeal, unable to function and tell him what to say or do to satisfy the painful lust that burned in his blood-engorged penis. The little eye winked again and he felt as though he would explode if he didn't do something-and fast.
"Oooooowwwww..." Dottie cooed, when his moist puckered lips pressed against the sensitive skin just below her backbone. Her body suddenly became alert as his lips delivered another kiss, this time a little further down the dividing line of her buttocks, where neither sunlight nor kisses had ever been before. "I"I he keeps going ... he'll kiss my asshole! I'll die! I know I'll die if his lips touch my asshole! But ... but he's getting closer ... and closer! I don't want him to kiss me THERE! It wouldn't be right ... to ... let him kiss it. What would make him want to kiss THA 77 She waited breathlessly to see if he would actually kiss her there. Only her curiosity prevented her from stopping him. It didn't make any sense to her and she didn't think he would do it. Then she felt his moist lips press against the dry, sensitive opening and she forgot everything else as she raced frantically to reach the peak of excitement, knowing she would have to have an orgasm to satisfy her now.
Steven lifted his head and asked, "Did you like it?"
"Oh, yes, pet! I loved it!" Dottie answered, lifting her head and shoulders off the bed and propping herself on her elbows. She glanced over her shoulder, trying to see his face, but all she saw was the top of his head as he dove back to kiss the bud again. "Ooooowwww!" she screeched as shock waves rushed from her anus to her brain. When his lips moved from the spot, she felt his hot breath sweep down the crack and she felt herself lifting her hips off the bed to chase his mouth.
"I guess I finally did something to please you," Steven laughed. The way she lifted herself up, offering her unprotected, totally exposed flesh to his face was an unmistakable sign that she liked it, he told himself.
"Yes! I've never been kissed like that!" Dottie answered breathlessly. "You took me by surprise! Just ... just kiss it once more, pet. Nice and slow ... so I can really enjoy it!"
Steven grinned proudly and returned his eyes to her beckoning posterior, but quickly discovered her crouched-over kneeling position had brought into view something he had never seen before. His eyes opened wide and he stared in disbelief at the moist, coral-colored lips between her legs. He froze, suddenly not sure he wanted to bring his mouth and face so close to that strange-looking apparatus, which was now staring back at him from a hairy spot between her legs.
"Please? Just kiss it once more!" Dottie moaned when he hesitated longer than she thought he should.
His eyes shifted quickly to the panting mouth of her rectum and he realized he wanted to kiss it more than anything he could imagine. "Okay," he managed, deciding there was a safe distance between the two openings. He bent quickly then and buried his nose high above the desired target, breathing heavily as he lowered his mouth to the entrance that held him spellbound. In rapid succession, he placed three moist, sucking kisses at the opening and heard his mother cry out with delight. Never before had he heard such an exciting sound, he thought. It was the sound of a woman whimpering uncontrollably because he was doing something that excited her, he realized, and he wanted to please her even more. He wanted to hear her scream out with delight and tell him he was the greatest.
Dottie was in ecstasy as his lips lingered at her anus, thrilling the sensitive opening with his attentive, affectionate, sipping, sucking kisses. She surrendered to the tingling sensation he was delivering from behind, confident that she would enjoy the full sexual release of her pent-up juices. Her mind had already formed a simple plan for the much needed climax: she would just have him repeat the lesson she had taught him of fingering her erect clitoris. Pangs of excitement raced through her body just thinking about his finger slithering through the aching, panting crease of her vaginal lips. She vividly recalled the breathtaking climax she had enjoyed the last time she held his inexperienced hand at the entrance to her aching furnace.
"Yeeeeiiii!" she screamed, when his tongue darted out to lick the hot little hole. "That's enough, Steven!" she cried over her shoulder. "I want you ... to do what I showed you ... up at the lake!" "Don't you like what I'm doing?" he asked defensively.
"Oh, yes, baby! I love it!" she answered breathlessly.
"Then ... then let me finish ... kissing it," he moaned. The throbbing muscle in his pants had almost gone into its convulsions when she screamed out. He couldn't stop now, he realized. His lungs felt like overblown balloons that were about to explode and his nostrils ached to return to the smell of flesh in that deep canyon. There was more unexplainable excitement having his face buried between those pillows of firm flesh than he imagined possible, and he was delirious with the thrill of it. Without waiting for his mother to answer, he drove his nose back into the deep valley of flesh and pressed his mouth to the sucked-in lips of her rectum. The sound of her moaning and whimpering increased his excitement. He realized his thumping, jerking organ wouldn't last much longer before it released its hot lava. He lifted his head to take another quick peek at the little ring his mouth watered to eat, and on an impulse, which seemed to originate in a demanding message from his throbbing meat, he drove his tongue up the tight, dry tunnel with all the strength he could muster.
Dottie let out a wild screech and tried to seize the slippery serpent with the strong muscles of her rectum. The sensation of his wet tongue slithering into the hot dry tunnel triggered her climax. She squirmed and wiggled, trying to secure the wet tongue and afraid she would lose it at any moment.
"MORE, baby, MORE!" she cried. "Stick your tongue in more, baby! Don't STOP! Drive it up my asshole as far as you can! Now ... hard ... harder ... YEAH! OH! YEAH! That's the way, BABY! Twist it ... wiggle it ... I love it! OHHHHH! Harder ... harder ... HARDER! It's driving me crazy!"
Steven thought he would pass out from the ordeal of trying to satisfy his mother's demands, while his own lust reached a climax and his spitting organ drained away his strength. But he was determined to satisfy her at all costs and managed to slither his tongue further up the tight sleeve. He added a slight wiggle and twisting motion for good measure.
As soon as Dottie felt the floodgates open and her orgasm begin to flush, she ejected his tongue from her rectum with the muscles that were designed for the task. Then she dropped her stomach back on the bed and squirmed sensuously on the sheets until the last spark of excitement was satisfied. Steven helped by poking his finger into the saliva-coated passage, which helped fix the memory in her mind of the sensation his slippery tongue had created in her unsuspecting little buttonhole.
"Phew!" Dottie grinned over her shoulder. "You certainly took me by surprise, pet!"
"I tried to tell you how beautiful your ass was," he said, "but I realized I had to kiss it that way to show you how I really felt." He could feel his finger being sucked deeper into the dark tunnel and her strong muscles there gave his finger affectionate little squeezes. It was like a dream come true for the sixteen-year-old boy. He remained motionless, kneeling between her legs and watching her firm buttocks squirm sensuously in circles around his finger. He never wanted to move, he told himself.
"Mmmmmmm... it was wonderful, pet," Dottie sighed. "But now I think you'd better take your finger out___"
Reluctantly, Steven withdrew the digit and moved to the side of the bed. The motion caused the cool, sticky fluid in his underwear to relocate, reminding him of its presence.
"I'll be right back," he said, slipping from the bed and walking awkwardly toward the bathroom door.
Dottie took the opportunity to catch her breath and remove the sweater and bra that still draped her neck. Then she stretched out on the bed, this time on her back, with her legs spread wide apart, and drank in the luxury of being free of all anxiety and worry. It amazed her how crystal clear her mind always seemed after releasing an orgasm. Even the thought of Nancy's returning unexpectedly didn't worry her as much now. As she thought about the problem her daughter presented, the solution seemed to flow into her mind without any effort.
Of course! Why didn't I think of that before? Nan wouldn't just walk into my room without knocking ... which means Steven would have time to slip into the bathroom before I let her in. Then when Nancy came in here, he could slip out the hall door and return to his room. Dottie laughed at the simplicity of her plan. She had never given the hall door to the master bathroom any thought. It was always locked from the inside, since her husband died. When they first bought the house, she thought it was a nuisance to have two doors to a bathroom, because she always had to take time to see that both were locked. Now it offered the perfect escape route for her lover, she realized.
As her eyes focused once more on the ceiling, she noticed the autumn sun was no longer casting a bright orange light into her bedroom. With her arms and legs spread out across the bed, Dottie felt as though she was floating on a cloud, and the warm glow of happiness that filled her body now filled the room with its own brilliant rays of orange hues.
"You promise a lot of things, Mike Johnson," she said in a low, hoarse whisper, addressing a faceless image on the ceiling. In her mind, she was laughing and dancing naked around the man she had once considered to be so smooth and experienced, by whom she had at first thought it was an honor to be chosen for seduction. "Promises, promises, promises, Mike Johnson ... but it takes my son-just a boy-to deliver the things you only talk about. As a matter of fact, he could give you a few lessons! The boy knows how to really make a woman feel wanted! And satisfied! Maybe he's not smooth and polished like you ... but he sure makes up for it with feeling...."
Then Dottie closed her eyes, as though bringing down the curtain on Mike Johnson. When she opened them a moment later, his image had been erased from the ceiling and she was free of any lingering thoughts about the man from New Hampshire. Instead, her mind switched to herself and the riddle that had haunted her since their trip: Just what am I looking for in a relationship? It seemed like a hopeless question to keep asking, but to her surprise, a voice in her head answered, Love!
Dorothy Miller didn't find the answer to be quite as oversimplified as it sounded, and she didn't think it was such an obvious fact that it could be overlooked. All this time she had thought she only wanted sex from a man, since she wasn't looking to get married again. The idea of wanting sex and love opened an entirely new concept in regard to her lust for Steven: there was no question about her love for him, nor his for her.
It finally made sense to her. Now she knew why she wasn't encouraging other men. With Steven supplying her need for love, it was simple to satisfy the sex requirement, with what she still called innocent little games.