Chapter 8
It was a cold, dismal morning, but Dottie awoke feeling happy and full of energy. She didn't have to think about the previous afternoon with Steven to put her in such a good mood, because her body tingled with vigor and her mind was free of any worrisome thoughts. She even hummed a tune she had picked up from the clock-radio as she went through the chores of getting Nancy and Steven off to school. Then, for the first time since her husband's death, she found herself relaxed and enjoying the company of her closest girlfriend, Cathy Duncan,
It had been a ritual, in the past, to have breakfast in one of their homes every weekday morning, after their husbands left for work and the children were on the school bus. Over three or four cups of coffee, they'd discuss everything from their personal problems to the local gossip. But it had been months since Cathy had last been over. Dot-tie realized, knowing it was her own fault for the increasingly long intervals between their visits. She had found her mind was always wandering, weighed down with problems, and she wasn't paying attention or showing any interest in her friend's conversation.
"You really had me worried, Dot," Cathy said, as Dottie set the kitchen table. "I was beginning to think you'd never be the same ... but now you seem to be your old self. And you look wonderful____"
"I guess I wasn't very good company," Dottie admitted, sitting for the first time since she had gotten out of bed.
"Well, now that you mention it," Cathy said with a smile. "You did act like you had your head in a fog all the time ... which is understandable ... I guess. You seem pretty contented now though.... Any special reason for the sudden change?"
"Oh, I don't knew," Dottie sighed, and took a sip of coffee. She knew she couldn't even tell her best friend the reason for her happiness. Her eyes quickly shot over the rim of the cup to examine Cathy's face for any sign that might indicate she was suspicious. She relaxed then, deciding the attractive blonde across the table was just making conversation. After another sip of coffee, Dottie went on to answer the question, "I think the vacation had a lot to do with it. You know, a change of scenery ... seeing the kids having a ball ... meeting people ..'.."
"Did you meet a man?" Cathy interrupted with growing interest.
"Don't be silly," Dottie answered quickly, but immediately had second thoughts about the answer. If her friend was looking for a reason for the sudden change, Dottie told herself, she had better furnish something Cathy would accept without question and end the search before it possibly led her to the truth. "Well..." she said with a sheepish grin. "Promise to keep it a secret?"
"You know you can trust me, Dot," Cathy answered with sincerity, hiding her eager anticipation by pushing her empty cup in Dottie's direction. "I won't tell a soul. Promise. Now don't keep me in suspense."
"Normally it wouldn't really matter," Dottie explained, filling their cups again, "except ... well. .. he's married."
"I knew it!" the blonde said with a big grin of approval. "Is it someone I know? How'd it all start? You devil you ... tell me all about it. Is it getting serious? I mean, is he talking about getting a divorse or anything?"
"Easy, girl," Dottie laughed, convinced she had made the right decision now. She could see Cathy was. tickled to hear the confession and she was even enjoying it herself. "You know I wouldn't get involved with someone we knew. As a matter of fact, I wouldn't get involved with any man if I knew he was married ... only ... well, the truth of the matter is ... his wife is a real bitch! Know what I mean? The kind of woman you really don't mind zapping a little."
"Good for you!" Cathy injected. "If a woman doesn't take care of her husband, she deserves to lose him. ..."
"No. You don't understand." Dottie laughed again. "This bitch is an all-around, all-the-time bitch! You'd have to see her to appreciate what I mean. If you ever saw her strut around the place, with the tightest sweater and shortest shorts ... and get this ... heels! you'd know what I meant by bitch."
"In other words, a cock teaser!"
"The worst kind. She even flaunted her stuff for Steve ... tits up and ass wiggling.... The poor kid was speechless and dumbfounded."
"Now that's a bitch! And ... damn it ... I wish I had been in your shoes."
Dottie was warming up to the story and found herself actually enjoying the affair more now than when it was happening. Cathy's reaction even made Dottie feel a little proud of herself. "I guess I shouldn't tell you this," she continued, "because it practically identifies who I'm talking about.... But when you consider that they run the place where we stayed, you get a better idea of the effect this bitch has on all the poor wives who see their husbands ogle her ass when she's taking them to their cabin."
"I get the picture," Cathy said. "But tell me more about her husband . , . and how it all started."
"Oh, I guess he's in his late thirties, tall, sandy hair and ... what else ... he looks like the coach of a high school football team. You know, like an athlete ... or I should say, former athlete."
"Sounds delicious," the blonde said with a dreamy look in her eyes, giving Dottie the impression her friend was picturing herself now in Dottie's role.
"Anyway ... I guess it was about our third day there ... and I had a few drinks ... we had these cocktail parties on the beach every afternoon. Well, he made a pass ... and I felt giddy ... and the next thing I knew..."
"Was he good ... you know, in bed?"
"I have to admit, he was smooth and had plenty of experience ..."
"Go on ... tell me more. You didn't just see him once, did you?"
"Well, no. Not exactly."
"Well? Tell me! How many times ... exactly!"
"Now you're embarrassing me ... but if you must know, every night for the balance of the vacation."
"You little devil! Oh, Dot, if you only knew how much I envy you."
"Don't be silly," Dottie said, getting up from the table to make a fresh pot of coffee. "You've got a husband and you're happily married. Aren't you?"
"I guess," she sighed. "But it just sounds so exciting."
Dottie brought the prepared coffee pot back to the table and connected it to the wall outlet. She laughed at the glazed look that had come over her friend's face and broke her trance by saying, "Don't go getting any crazy ideas. It's not that great, knowing you're playing second fiddle to some guy's wife."
"I know," Cathy said with a grin, "but it sure is a break in the routine. But I guess you're disappointed not to be able to see him again."
"The real question is whether I want to see him again," Dottie retorted with a slight air of confidence. "He comes down to the city every couple of weeks and calls ..."
"Dorothy Miller! You've been holding out on me!"
"No, I haven't," Dottie laughed. "I've turned him down every time he called. It's not as easy as you think, to decide whether you want to keep something like this going."
"Well, don't let it get you down," Cathy quickly added when she saw Dottie getting serious. "Let's change the subject. I came over to tell you about the Hartmans, anyway."
"Who?" Dottie asked.
"You know the Hartmans ... Gus and Frieda," Cathy insisted. "That quiet family on the next block ... the ones with the mean German shepherd."
"Oh, sure. They have that pretty daughter ... the tall blonde girl..."
"Valerie," Cathy said, impatient to get on with her story. "She was supposed to get married last week."
"What happened?" Dottie asked with concern, knowing it had to be something drastic for the girl to cancel her wedding.
"It seems Gus objected to her getting married in the first place. But as the wedding day drew near, he started to get hostile about it.... So hostile, in fact, that the night before the wedding he went to where the groom-to-be was having his bachelor party and shot him!"
"Now that's what I call really objecting to a future son-in-law!" Dottie said, and began filling their cups again.
"That's what we all thought," Cathy said, pausing now to create a little suspense as she slowly added sugar and cream to her coffee. Then she looked up to see if Dottie was dying of curiosity, the way she hoped she would be. "He only shot the boyfriend in the arm, but it triggered the whole story of what was really behind his objection." She paused again to take a sip of coffee.
"Get on with it," Dottie complained. "Tell me what happened.... Valerie must be going out of her mind."
"You're not going to believe this, Dot. Gus didn't want his daughter to get married to anyone! He was jealous! It turns out he loved her so much he couldn't stand to lose her ... because ... he's been fucking her for years!"
Dottie's jaw dropped and her complexion turned ashen. She stared blankly at Cathy, not trusting herself to say a word, for fear it would reveal her own secret.
"There's no need to get so upset over it. You'd be surprised how many others there are. I know one on this very block.... Hell, there are plenty of fathers fooling around with their daughters."
"I ... I ... can't..." Dottie swallowed hard, but couldn't finish the sentence. It seemed like too much of a coincidence to hear something like this the very morning after her own incestuous act, and she feared Cathy would go on to say she knew what was going on with Steven. Why had she stopped in the middle of the sentence, when she was mentioning someone on this block? Dottie asked herself, hoping Cathy wouldn't notice the fear in her eyes.
"I didn't mean to upset you," Cathy said with concern. "I mean ... well, hell, my grandfather tried to deflower me when I was a kid!"
"You're kidding," Dottie managed.
"You're so naive, Dot. It happens all the time. That's why I'm glad I have three sons and no daughters."
"You said ... someone on the block is fooling around ... with his daughter," Dottie ventured, gaining some of her composure. "Who is it?"
"I can't tell you that, Dot."
"How did you find out? I mean, how can anyone be sure of something like that. It seems to me, people come to conclusions about something they really can't prove and pass it along as fact____"
"Believe me, Dot, this isn't idle gossip," Cathy said in a serious tone. "You know me better than that. When I'm passing along gossip, I always tell you who told me, just so I can't be called a liar if it doesn't turn out to be the truth."
"I know, Cathy. It's just ... well, hard to believe something like this. I mean, hell, they must do it in the privacy of their homes. So how can anybody know for sure? I wouldn't even take some girl's word for it, if she told me it happened to her personally. You never know if they hate their father so much that they'll say anything to get back at him."
"You're right," Cathy sighed. Her eyes lowered and she stared into her cup.
"Hey! I didn't mean you, Cath..." Dottie quickly apologized. "We've known each other too long. ... I trust your word. I was just trying to make a point. Hell, I know it happens! What I don't know is how people can be so sure it's happening all around them."
"Well, you can take my word for the one on this block," Cathy said with conviction. "It was a freak accident. I happened to walk in on them. I've never mentioned it to anyone before and I won't tell you who it was ... because I don't think it's fair to the girl. People think they're hurting the father when they tell the story ... but it's the girl who really suffers...."
"I hadn't thought of it that way," Dottie said, thinking out loud and not meaning to interrupt Cathy.
"Believe me. I know firsthand," Cathy said. "In Valerie Hartman's case, it's another story. She's the one that's going around telling everyone what her father did. But, like you said, it could just be her way of getting even with him ... though he isn't denying it."
"I don't mean to be nosy, Cathy," Dottie said, trying to sound casual, when she was actually unbearably curious. "But you said you knew 'firsthand.' You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to ... I was just wondering if your grandfather succeeded ... I mean you kinda left me hanging off a cliff."
"No," Cathy laughed. "My grandfather never got beyond playing with my ass. I think he was more of an exhibitionist anyway. He liked to whip out his cock and shake it at me."
"I ... I guess I've really led a sheltered life," Dottie laughed.
"You have!" Cathy retorted. "And since you told me about your lover, I'll tell you about mine."
"You don't have to tell me," Dottie said quickly as Cathy drained her cup. "But if you do, you know I won't tell anybody."
"That's what girlfriends are for, Dot," Cathy smiled. "They share their secrets with one another. But if you tell mine, I'll deny it and tell yours!"
They both laughed and Dottie automatically filled the coffee cups again, with Cathy making funny faces at the prospect of drinking another cup of coffee. "Just be thankful it's not booze," Dottie said. "Then the confessions would be so juicy we wouldn't be able to look one another in the eye again."
"You're probably right. But just remember that I was a minor at the time and not responsible for what happened," Cathy added, before getting serious. "I was about fourteen. And as far back as I can remember, I had a crush on my mother's younger brother, Bill. He was about twenty at the time and I got palpitations of the snatch every time he looked my way. I guess he knew it tool
"We were at a family reunion at another uncle's farm, when Bill gets me off alone and suggests we go down to the barn. I could almost hear my heart pounding when we got there, because I already figured out that he was going to try to kiss me , . . and I wasn't about to stop him. When his tongue slipped between my lips and filled my mouth ... I went numb. Nobody ever kissed me like that before and I loved it. My tits were just little mounds, but he told me they were beautiful and his hands convinced me. The next thing I knew, we were up in the hayloft and I was standing there, stripped to the waist, with Uncle Bill kissing my tits until I thought I'd die. Down came my pants! I didn't care, because he was kissing everything in sight: my tits, my ass ... my cunt, with its sparse growth of young hair.
"I kept telling myself that I shouldn't let him do the things he was doing, but it felt so damn good I couldn't bring myself to stop him. I even watched him undress, telling myself to run, but not moving.
"He stretched out on the hay, smiled up at me and summoned me with a wag of his finger. His cock looked like a giant flagpole, but I let him position me over it. I knew it was too damn big for my virgin slit, but the head of it felt divine as I squirmed around on the tip of it. The more I squirmed, the more I wanted, and I began lowering myself. It seemed like it would take forever, but I finally impaled myself on my uncle's big cock ... busting my cherry and fucking html
"At least that's the way it looked to my aunt, when she suddenly found us. But by then I was too busy fuckin' like an old pro to care who saw me. She didn't seem to care either, because she was there with her brother for the same purpose. And before the weekend was over, that barn saw more action than a whorehouse during the peak season."
"That's incredible!" Dottie gasped.
"I guess the whole damn family made a trip to the barn," Cathy sighed. "And I continued to have relations with my Uncle Bill until I was about sixteen. That's when he got caught in the sack with my cousin and her old man made such a noise, my uncle joined the army to get away from it. But in the end, my cousin was hurt more than my uncle. The whole town found out about it-thanks to her father's big mouth-and she finally ran away from home.
"Well, that's my big confession," Cathy said, as she got up to leave. "But I'll let you in on a little secret, Dot. Sometimes I wish my Uncle Bill would pay me a little visit now and then!"
"If you really want to fool around a little," Dot-tie .said in a half-joking voice, "I'll fix you up with my friend."
"Thanks," Cathy said as she opened the door to leave, "but Uncle Bill isn't just another man. I don't think I'd take the risk involved ... for just another man."
As soon as Cathy was gone out the door, Dottie went directly to the liquor cabinet in the living room and returned to the kitchen with a bottle of vodka. She hastily made a screwdriver and drank it down like it was her morning orange juice. Then she made another, which she took into the living room and sipped slowly as she tried to relax on the couch.
"I thought for sure she was going to say she knew about me and Steven," she told the blank television screen across the room. "I know it sounds ridiculous ... but that's what I really thought she was getting at. Can't be too careful, old girl. See what happens when you get jealous?"
As she drained the glass, her eyes focused on the wall clock and she realized it was time for lunch. She hesitated a moment, then decided to go back for another screwdriver. "Too nervous to eat," she told the mirror as she passed. "I have to get my head on straight ... think things over ... but first things first. I better go to the bathroom first, before I wet my draws. Then I'll have another drink ... then I'll have something to eat ... and then I'll ... hmmramm ... maybe I've already had too many drinks. , . ."
"Hey, Mom. Guess what?" Steven asked excitedly as he rushed in the door after school. He tossed his books on the nearest chair without looking and rushed over to Dottie, who was still wearing a surprised expression from his sudden, noisy entrance. In the process of giving her a big hug and kiss, he backed her into the kitchen sink and pinned her there. Then he answered his own question. "Nancy won't be home until later. How about another ... rubdown?"
"Control yourself, pet," Dottie answered, trying not to let herself get caught up in his enthusiasm. "I know this is all new and exciting to you, but you have to learn to curb your appetite a little."
"Aw, gee, Mom," he sulked. "We seldom get a chance to be alone. Couldn't we just take advantage of the opportunity this once?"
"Well ... maybe this time," Dottie answered softly, unable to reject his plea for mercy. His hands had already found their way into the back of her slacks and the touch of his fingers on the cool skin of her buttocks helped change her mind too. Who am I trying to kid? she asked herself as he gave her another, longer kiss out of gratitude. One of his fingers slid up and down the dividing line of her buttocks, sending chills through her. "I can't resist the feeling he gives me when his eager hands touch my longing flesh.
"I was going to stay at school myself," he explained on the way up to the bedroom. "We were going to play some basketball. Then Nancy comes over, just before the last class and tells me she's going shopping with her friends. Well, I spent my whole English class thinking about yesterday afternoon ... when she didn't come right home ... and how great it was. I just didn't feel like playing basketball anymore."
"Nancy isn't seeing some boy, without telling me, is she?" Dottie found herself asking.
"Nancy?" he laughed. "Hell, she wouldn't go out with anyone without bringing him home first. She told me she likes to test them that way. You know, to see if they get all nervous."
Dottie was relieved to hear him confirm what she had thought all along and quickly went to the bed to remove the spread. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the boy starting to undress and said, "Do that in the bathroom, pet."
"Huh? Why?" he asked, but he was already moving in the direction of the bathroom.
"Well, if Nancy should happen to come home unexpectedly," Dottie answered casually, "you can just slip into the bathroom and get dressed. If she comes in here ... you can slip out the hall door and go to your room...."
It made sense to the boy and he wished now that he had thought of it himself. He thought of all the times he could have been with his mother and hadn't been, because Nancy was expected. During his English class that afternoon he had come to the conclusion that he wasn't interested in any of the girls his own age anymore. He couldn't find a girl that excited him the way his mother did, and he discovered he was no longer devouring the girls at school with lustful thoughts, the way he had in the past. But what surprised him the most was the fact that he no longer saw his beautiful sister as the object of his deepest desires.
When he undressed and returned to the bedroom, his mother was already naked and lying face down on the bed, waiting for him. Steven went to her quickly, straddled her legs and began to massage her back, though his mind was consumed with the thought of sinking his hot probe in the moist, velvety softness of her sex. The urgent demand of his throbbing meat made the rub-down a perfunctory requirement before coaxing her over on her back.
Dottie turned over without resistance and waited for him to begin his eager assault on her panting, longing slit. Then she summoned up all her strength to tell him the speech she had planned as a result of Cathy's visit. In a controlled voice, hiding her own aching demand for the shaft of meat that was now touching her sex, she said, "Please, pet. I let you do that yesterday to satisfy your curiosity. But I don't think we should make a habit of it."
Steven looked at her with total bewilderment in his eyes. "I ... I ... don't understand
"I just don't want you to think that's all there is to making love," she responded weakly. Then she swallowed hard, wishing he'd just plunge it into her, and finished the last of her rehearsed statement. "Bring it up here, darling ... put it between my tits.... There's so much you still have to learn____"
The boy was on the brink of a climax and moved quickly up her stomach, confused and disappointed, but putting his trust in her wisdom. He pressed his pulsating weapon to the center of her cleavage and watched her hands press at the sides of her breasts, bringing the soft, smooth mounds of flesh together until they engulfed his sensitive prong.
"F-F-Feels g-g-great!" he stammered as his volcano erupted, spitting hot lava through the cleavage and up to her throat.
"See?" Dottie gasped, dizzy from her own excitement and filled with the smell of maleness. "There are other ways ... to make love ... that feel just as good."
"Mmmmmm..." he answered, withdrawing his satisfied organ before it got drenched in his own juices. "Yeah! That was great tool"
Dottie closed her eyes, needing him more now than before. She could feel his sap trickling down her neck and wished she hadn't forced him to waste it so. But that's the way it has to be from now on, she kept telling herself. "I must at least keep a level head about this. Moderation is the only answer....
"Yeeeiiii!" she cried out as Steven's lips pressed into the junction o£ her legs without warning. "OHHHH1 ... Pet... BABY! ... you're driving me crazy!"
"Good!" he answered, encouraged by her breathless cries of delight. "You never got around to teaching me how to make a girl happy.... So I guess I'll have to find out for myself. Do you like being kissed down here?"
"Yes, my love ... but please don't!" She gasped for air as his lips pressed against her tender meat again. His nose sent streams of hot breath cascading through the nest of hair and his lips pressed hard against her aching meat. She could feel his cheeks pushing against her inner thighs, forcing her legs further apart as he struggled to get at the meal.
Then he lifted his head slightly and asked, "Did I make you happy yesterday when I kissed your ass?"
"Oh, yes! It was beautiful..." "And did you like it when I stuck my tongue up your asshole and wiggled it?"
"Unnnggghhh ... don't talk like that ... yes! YES! I loved it...."
"Then stop keeping me guessing. Tell me when
you like something. I want to make you happy
...even more ... than you make me
... if that's possible."
"I will, pet! I promise! But the truth of the matter is that everything you do is wonderful...." She felt his thumb and forefinger spreading the panting lips of her sex and didn't dare think what he was going to do next. Then when his moist lips pressed against her hot, panting, puckered vaginal lips, Dottie began to squirm and moan uncontrollably. He was actually delivering that delicious sensation Mike Johnson had promised, she told herself as she prepared to open the floodgates of her pent-up orgasm. But her body suddenly jerked with alarm. It took her brain a moment to define what was happening, but she finally realized he had introduced his tongue into the blazing furnace.
"Yeeeeiiiii!...OH! OH! Move, baby! More ... I'm coming ... unnnnggghhhh ... I'm coming...."
She could feel his tongue sweeping the nectar from the weeping walls of her yielding flesh. He wasn't paying any attention to her warning, she realized and thought he might not have heard her urgent signal to withdraw. "I'm COMING!" she cried out again, but his tongue whipped faster, the tip of it feeling as though it was touching the back of her brain. She fought to hold back the tide, but her body and mind was no longer paying any attention to her demands. The juices flushed uncontrollably onto his tongue arid Steven savored every drop, going back for more and more until the well was dry.
Then they both slumped with exhaustion on the bed, with Steven managing to pull himself up alongside her and rest his head on the pillow next to hers. The room was quiet, except for their heavy, irregular breathing.
"Ya gotta let me ... make you happy too," Steven breathed, looking up at the ceiling. "I want to ... I have to ... it just isn't good unless you let me return your love... ."
"Shhhhh..." Dottie whispered. "I know, pet. But right now I can't think straight...."
"It was good, huh?"
"Oh, yes! I've never known that sensation before."
"You mean . " . that was the first time anyone ever kissed you down there?"
"Mmmmmmm... yes... the very first."
"You're so beautiful, that when I see you naked
all I want to do is kiss everything. I got so excited
kissing your ass yesterday I came in my pants and "]
"Shhhh! Please don't say any more ... not now. I just want to think about how good you made me feel...""