Chapter 7
Elaine hadn't been fooling me. She took me to a small clapboard house on the edge of town and led me into a neglected yard at the back where, among old tires and prams, we had a good view into the bedroom. I could make out a naked body on top of another but that was all. "Does she live alone?" I asked. Elaine nodded, and as one we snuck around to the back door and entered on tip-toes.
The sounds of, a creaking bed and an impassioned girl reached us the moment we stepped inside. The place was a mess, garbage everywhere, unwashed dishes, clothes hanging from lines strung up in the living room, and the smell of dog shit blended in with all the other stale odors. What would Bob want in a place like this? When we got to the bedroom door, that became clear. The girl was a peroxide blonde with big sagging tits, white with blue veins showing clearly through the skin. She was overweight and badly made up, and Bob had tied her arms and legs to the bedposts so that she was completely immobilized. Not that she cared. A cigarette was stuck between her red lips and she puffed on it listlessly in between making dove-like sounds of passion. Bob was on top of her, his face buried in the pillow, his hips undulating steadily as he drove his prick into the blonde's formidable cunt.
I was stunned, shocked, appalled! The woman was at least forty, trying to pass for seventeen. Since Bob lay at an angle across her body I could see one and a half of her tits washing and slopping from side to side like jelly in skin bags, each time he thrust his cock into her. His hands were under her ass, no doubt digging into her soft, decaying flesh. I had married a pervert! Elaine looked at me and shrugged. At least I didn't have to worry about real competition. Bob would never throw me over for a slut like this! That's what Elaine's look intimated. But I was seething with fury. I could have understood a fresh young girl or a black woman or an oriental lovely, someone who could give him something I couldn't. But an old slattern! That was too much!
He got off the blonde suddenly and untied her hands only to tie them again the other way around. He did the same to her feet and now she lay on her belly. Of course he had stubbed the cigarette out for her first and the woman coughed raucously as my husband fingered her large, misshapen buttocks. White, mottled flesh, red near the split where her buns met, suddenly hairy down further, dark hair in contrast with her head's hair. He squatted behind her and shoved his cock up her asshole. That was one cock that wouldn't be getting inside me for a while! What really hurt my feelings was the way he enjoyed it. He was grunting and grinning, fucking the blonde hard just as I liked it, and she lay there like a corpse! She only showed a sign of life once, when she asked if he would untie one arm so she could have another cigarette.
"Shut up, lie still!" my husband snarled. He hit her about the back of her head and the woman muttered a curse and resumed her passive role. Bob continued to fuck her up the ass for a long time. Elaine and I watched him simply because we had trouble believing our eyes. He got off after a long time and stuffed pillows under her belly. Now her big ass was high up in the air and her cunt glared at us, a red slash amid the dark hair, ragged flesh, an abused cunt. Bob started fucking her asshole, slipped it up her cunt, back into the other orifice, alternating between them until he was bored with that. He got up again and found a length of rope in a pile of garbage in one corner of the bedroom. With that he started to whip her but that wasn't turning him on either.
"Oh fuck it, take out your teeth, Samantha," he told her.
"I can't, you've got my hands tied, remember?" she protested.
"I'll do it then." He twisted her head to the side and took her teeth out. She coughed and opened up wide. Bob kneeled down and shoved his cock right into her mouth, and Samantha took it like a two-car garage lets in a Volkswagen. He got his cock good and wet, then undid one of the ropes holding her arms and then reached for the other.
He wanted to get back to it but she insisted he free her legs as well. Only then did she roll over on her back and again open her mouth. Bob lay crosswise over her face and jammed his cock deep down her throat. He rested his head on his folded arms and started to fuck her face with a fury that I could only covet. In and out, mighty strokes that must have driven his knob into her stomach. Samantha lay there unprotesting and let him do what he wanted. Solitary-looking teeth adorned the bedside table. My husband groaned and carried on like a schoolboy getting his ashes hauled for the first time. Samantha carried on like a trollop doing it for the millionth time.
At last he came. She waited for him to blow his wad down her throat, then pushed him away and walked over to the bedroom window. She opened it slightly, coughed, and spat the lot out. I shuddered to think that we might have been standing there.
"So when are you going to bring your darling boys over, honey?" she said as she flung herself back down on the creaking bedstead. "I'd like to get at their young asses some time soon."
"Don't you talk about them, you harlot!" Bob said with sudden anger. "They'll never have anything to do with the likes of you."
"What's the matter, I'm not good enough for your little tribe? Then how come I'm good enough for you?" She cackled unpleasantly and lit a cigarette.
"I wish I knew the answer to that. In any case, my boys are going to marry virgins so they'll never have the problems I had with my wife. Goddamn women don't know their place anymore. I guess that's why I pay you, just so you'll shut up and let me have my way."
"Don't I give it to you? Come on, Bob, let me introduce your boys to the wonderful world of sex. m make them believers, I promise you." Bob turned red with fury and hauled off to hit her one, but he changed his mind and just shrugged.
"No point talking to you. You're just a cunt hanging off a pair of udders." He started to get dressed and Elaine and I snuck out of the house as quietly as we could. My revenge had been formulated for me. Bob was worried about his sons, and now it was my duty to make him worry even more. That bastard had blotted his copy book from cover to cover. If he had told me of his predilections I could have helped him out. He knew there wasn't much I shied away from. Well, he'd had his chance and he had blown it.
"You see, it's like a sickness with him," Elaine said when she drove back. "He blames it on his first wife now but he's always been the same. He just imagines that she started to screw around because she was too worldly from the beginning of their marriage. You understand that, don't you, Leona? He can't help himself."
"That's bullshit. He could help himself if he wanted to. And since he hasn't I'm going to teach him a good lesson."
"If that's what you want," she sighed, "only let's keep our relationship out of this feud, all right?"
"Of course! I wouldn't dream of involving you in this, darling!" I kissed her affectionately and we held hands for the rest of the way. My mind was turning over: who should I pick first? Tony appealed to me most strongly and he was sure to be the virgin in the group. The others might be but it seemed unlikely to me. Tony had two other merits going for him. He was home more often than the others and he was interested in me more openly than his brothers. The other two tempted me . . . Mel with his muscular body, Gene tall and no doubt well-slung. But Tony was the path of least resistance.
Over dinner that evening I started to work on the handsome boy. My eyes met his several times and lingered, burning into those dark eyes of his until his long lashes fluttered and he looked away. Bob was cheerful and attentive, a good father, good husband, but I had to force myself to be nice to him. There were moments when I felt like stabbing him with my fork! It was Tony's night to help me wash up, and when we were alone in the kitchen I made my first move. The others were in the living room watching TV, talking, smoking, and in the kitchen it was quiet and private. Tony kept looking at me nervously but I was no longer sending signals. However, when he bent down to put away some pans I suddenly grabbed him from behind, and squeezed his balls most gently. He snapped back up and looked at me with wide open eyes but I pretended nothing had happened.
Some minutes later, when the tension in his face had died down, I asked him how he liked having me for a stepmother. His answer was a flattering one and I pressed him a little to see how sincere he was. "We all like you," he told me as we disposed methodically of the washing up. "The first day we met you we agreed that Dad had made a good choice. Do you like us, too?"
"Oh yes, you especially," I said with a wink, the kind that could be pally or sensual depending on the receiver's state of mind. Young Tony's mind must have been attuned to the sensual because he blushed vividly. "You and your brothers are very handsome. I guess the girls are forever chasing you, huh?"
"I don't know," he said. "We don't get to leave the farm much. Dad likes us to stay home, do chores, homework, stuff like that." He sounded resentful and I couldn't blame him. Still, it was good news for me. Three horny boys alone in the house with me! I kept stealing sidelong glances at him, imagining him naked, hard, and in bed with me, lying face down between my legs or on top of me or taking me from behind, and with every new image my desire for him took a leap. We talked on, about school and other matters, and became good friends in the process. Now if I could only get him away from the others for an hour or so!
The men were in the living room, sprawled over couches, idly watching television. Bob had his boots off and a can of beer in one hand. It looked as though he intended to spend a night at home for once. Such a move would have made me happy a day earlier but now it just made me more frustrated. I used all the tricks of self-restraint that I had learned in my previous marriage and so the evening passed by pleasantly. Tony sat on the couch not far from me, Bob was on the other side, and I was torn between the two.
"Time for bed," said the head of the household suddenly. He stood up and stretched, then held out his hand for me to take. He pulled me up to my feet and began to walk toward the stairs leading to the bedroom. I could hardly believe him! Why should I go to bed when he felt like it? But again I swallowed my bile and followed him. "There, alone at last," he said as he closed the bedroom door. "Now let's make passionate love."
"What, again?" I asked sarcastically.
"Hey, don't be mean! I know this past week hasn't put much of a strain on the bed but I was preoccupied with business. Now come here, you big beautiful doll!" He held out his arms and made to grab me, but I dodged him nimbly. "What's the matter, don't you love me anymore?" he asked, half jokingly.
"Of course I do but it's red sails in the sunset this evening," I lied.
T don't care if it's a whole armada! Come here to me and let's make love," he roared, advancing toward me with a manic look in his eyes. One half of me wanted him desperately but the other half was far more impassioned. No, he wouldn't get me, not after digging his dick into that whore, not after lying to me so shamelessly! When I resisted again he began to get the message. "You don't want to, right? You're not bleeding at all, you're just being ornery! Well, Leona, you're my wife and I can take you if I want!"
"If you want me to scream the house down, go ahead." That stymied him. His sons would never understand. He threatened for a bit longer, even lunged at me and tried to rip my clothes off, but I raised my voice and stopped him dead in his tracks.
Finally he got into a sulk and announced he'd be sleeping on the couch that night. I told him good riddance. As soon as he left I took off my clothes and slipped in between the cool sheets. Of course I regretted not giving in to him. I could use his long cock to scratch that wild itch at the bottom of my pussy. If only he hadn't fucked that squalid blonde! Goddamn it, couldn't he have picked a nice, wholesome farmer's daughter? At least I'd be able to understand it.
I heard the boys going to their respective rooms. It was ten o'clock and they were all early risers. In the living room the TV went off. The house was utterly silent, so still that it weighed down on my ears. I felt very lonely suddenly, near to tears, and I thought of my son with Julie, the two of them nestled up in their warm bed. Best to go to sleep. I reached for the light and almost turned it off but then my door opened and someone snuck inside.
"Why's Dad sleeping on the couch?" asked Tony. He had on his pajamas and he looked grave. "Did you two fight?"
"Shut the door," I whispered, "and come over here. I don't want to disturb anyone."
"Oh, you don't have to worry about that. They never wake up, not even when the dogs bark." But he shut the door anyway and came over to sit on the bed, on the other side from me.
"Yes, your Dad and I had a fight but it's no big deal. And what about you, can't you sleep?"
"No, I can't. Can I sleep with you tonight since Dad won't be here? My mother used to let me do that all the time but when she left... can I?"
"Sure you can, baby," I said, experiencing a rush of maternal feelings and harsh eroticism. "Come on, snuggle up to me."
"Oh, you're naked!" he cried, recoiling from the bed. "My mother always wore a flannel nightgown."
"Then hand me one from that closet and I'll put it on." He kept his back turned to me while I slipped the gown over my head, and when I gave him the signal he got into the bed with me, still blushing. His feelings were hard to hide. He wanted more than comfort from me but he wasn't conscious of his desires. Either that, or he was just shy about asking me. I turned the light down to a mild yellow glow and took the boy into my arms. He lay with his back to me and his hands were on mine. There was no movement once we got into that position. I wondered what to do next. With James it had been relatively easy. He couldn't tell anyone but his mother, and that was me. But with Tony! Could I really trust him?
His body felt hard against mine, warm, breathing, under his pajamas. I turned the light right off, hoping that would stimulate him to action. It did, but not before a long wait. Finally he turned to face me. His arms went around my neck and his body merged with mine. Now there was something really hard against me, something that poked into my belly. Out of habit I reached down and took it in hand. A jolt ran through his body when I got hold of his cock but he didn't try to move away.
Now that he had accepted that, there was no need for me to wait for him. The commitment had been made. Breathless, my heart pounding, hands unsteady, I began to explore further. One hand was down in his pajama pants, fondling his cock. It went down further to caress his balls, tightly packed in a finely corrugated scrotum, further down to his asshole. I let one finger touch him there and it was as though I'd plugged him into a power socket! The boy gave a start and spread his legs wide. Unhappily that stretched his pajama pants so as to restrict my access.
"Let's take off those pajamas," I whispered. He nodded but let me do it for him. "Did your mother do this for you, too?" I asked jokingly. Tony didn't see the joke. Yes, his mother had done that for him. "She did? How long ago was that?"
"Oh, I don't know, years ago," he said absently, "or maybe I dreamed it. It seems real."
"Maybe it was." He was naked now and still huddled into my flannel-covered body. I was dying to get undressed with him but it might make him uncomfortable if I rushed things. His hands were very close to my tits and his hard, slender cock told me he was ready for me. I caressed his back slowly, lingering over his hard, yet squeezable, buns. Whenever my fingers came too near his asshole he gave a funny little jump, and that tantalized me strangely. Without warning him I moved down into the bed and lay with my face over his ass. My thumbs held his buns apart and I lowered my face into the split, breathing in the odors of bath soap, sweat, and a faint tang of shit. His skin was so smooth and taut, his flesh so young and firm, that I couldn't resist going down on him all the way. His breath came hard and fast, waiting for me to do the undreamed-of.
My tongue reached out and touched down on that soft circle covering the tense muscles. There was no hair growing nearby to mar the silkiness of his skin. Tony lay on his stomach, his head resting among the pillows, and he trembled slightly while my tongue went round and round his sphincters. I wondered how I would feel in his position if a stepfather was to rim me with such love. The very idea made me tremble twice as violently as my stepson. His asshole was shut tight against intruders and it took a lot of persuasion to get it to open up enough to admit the tip of my tongue.
I fondled his buttocks and stuck my tongue up his ass for as long as my jaw muscles could take the strain, and when that came to be impossible I gently turned him over and began to lick his balls and cock. He had such a sweet set of balls, hard as nuts and still able to slip up into his belly. Tony seemed to have lost track of what was happening. He kept heaving deep sighs of utter contentment but he took no action at all. He lay there like a happy baby, and in a way I was encouraging such regression. I sucked on his cock with ease. It was half the length and width of his father's dick, and it was a lovely change to be able to suck a cock whole without the slightest strain. Tony thought so, too. A few minutes of sucking made him tighten his stomach muscles; his hands clenched, his trembling grew more pronounced, and his ass moved up and down erratically to push his cock deeper into my mouth.
I didn't want him to blow just yet. As soon as he reached a critical point I took my mouth away from his erection and took to kissing his belly, his thighs, any part of him but the one he wanted me to kiss. Once or twice he tried to stick his cock into my mouth again, muttering something about 'mummy', but I ignored his attempts. That flannel night gown still came between us and my frustration with it grew by the minute. I wanted to feel his body against mine, to receive those super-virile little tremors directly. At the same time I didn't want to upset his routine. "Tony, take my nightie off," I said, kissing his chest and nipples.
"All right," he quavered, but without hesitation. Uncertain hands reached for the garment and began to tug it over my head inch by inch. I had to stop kissing him and everything else while he worked it up with little or no skill. But off it came and when the last of it slipped over my hands Tony threw it aside with a smile of triumph. His eyes fastened themselves on my tits and his hands dug into the big fleshy mounds right away. "Oh boy!" he exclaimed. "They're much bigger than my mother's were."
"You like them to be big?" I asked.
"I love them!" He buried his face between the pendulous dugs and pulled me on top of himself for the sake of losing himself in my flesh. Deep purring thrills coursed through my body. I got up a little and moved my tits from side to side to slap and drag them over his face. The boy responded with expressions of delight and much fondling. He really did like tits, I noticed. By pressing them together he was able to introduce both nipples into his mouth at once, and he sucked at them as if he'd missed nothing but his pacifier these past ten years. In the process he managed to feed my lust enormously. My pussy was quailing with its ecstasy, oils trickled down the insides of my thighs, and my nipples were hard enough to fuck very tiny vaginas with. Tony sucked on noisily, kneading my tits with both hands and refusing to stop for breath.
My needs required him to eat another part of me. My cunt couldn't sit on the shelf any longer, it needed meat, cock, tongue, fingers, anything! Tony didn't want to let me go but I insisted. My loins straddled his face, my cunt hung over him like a black widow spider, and in the faint light filtering in through the windows I could see his eyes widen in amazement at my daring. Only curiosity made him take a taste, just a nip with his lips, a smacking sound, and then he came right up into me to suck at my plentiful juices as if he was parched! I thought of my son, James, and how he had loved that part of me. Tony was a good substitute.
"How do you like eating pussy?" I said through clenched teeth. My head was thrown back, both hands were on my tits to keep my nipples good and hard, and my hips moved my cunt to and fro with short, tense motions. "Have you ever had a mouth full of cunt, Tony?" He shook his head but took out no time to talk. "Then follow my instructions. Push your tongue right in between my cunt lips, that's the way, now move it up a bit higher, higher, until you feel a hard knob-that's it! You've got it! Oh Jesus, have you got it! Yes, lick it, suck it into your mouth, you can bite on it if you want! Oh my baby, yes, that's beautiful, feel how wet I'm getting! Such talent! Suck it in again, take in as much of my cunt as you can and just rest your teeth around my clitoris - oooohhhh dear yessssssssss!!!" I clapped my hands over my mouth to muffle my cries of pleasure. The boy's mouth was wide open and he had sucked in my whole cunt just as I'd instructed him. My clitoris rolled from side to side, chafing against his teeth on the way, and the wild shooting pangs of pleasure had me rocking out of control on top of his face.
Tony was prepared to keep it up for as long as I liked but after a couple of eyeball-turning orgasms I just had to take us both on to the next stage. He deserved a good fuck! And I needed one. In the v dark he got on top of me and I led his cock right into the warm stable. It fitted me so nicely and in spite of its diminutive size he could pleasure me as well as the biggest stud. That surprised me, too, but it stood to reason. His cock didn't stretch my cunt to the point at which its muscles decided to just hang loose. And so my cunt clamped around his slender, ivory-smooth cock, constricting more and more in search of sharper thrills, and the very act of constriction brought me new and wonderful experiences.
"Do you like to make love to me?" I whispered during a lucid moment. The boy labored on top of me with such zeal that I had to ask the question three times before it registered. Then he nodded and told me it was the greatest thing that ever happened to him. That was all the reassurance I needed. My arms were wrapped around his strong back and my legs were up in the air for maximum penetration, and I let him fuck me to wherever he want me to go.
I loved young boys! I loved the way they galloped, heedless of coming too soon or wasting a good erection. What the hell, he could get it up in a couple of minutes even if he blew his balls dry! What did he care? Tony had no technique, no understanding of what he was doing. All he had was lust, lust, and lust, my three favorite qualities in a man. If only Bob would direct all of his energies to me, he'd be just as good as his youngest son. "Fuck me, Tony!" I whispered into his ear. "Go as fast and hard as you like! God, I love to feel your cock inside me, I love it, love it! Yes, stab me with it, stick it to me, oh Tony, you young buck, fuck me all night long!"
"It feels strange!" he gasped suddenly, and a burst of hot cream filled my cunt a moment later. His body twisted desperately as he struggled to stay in the saddle. He couldn't. His cock slipped out of my over-lubricated cunt and large drafts of cream shot along my belly, some of it reaching my tits! I had never seen any male come as much. It kept blurting out in thick streaks, and when it was over he collapsed beside me. But it wasn't out of tiredness. He wanted to figure out what had happened. And while he thought about it I let my hands rub his sperm into my skin with lazy, loving motions. I could smell the sharp wheaty fragrance of it and the smoothness made touching myself all the more sensual.
When it had all been rubbed in I let my hands wander over in his direction, to take his pulse so to speak. His cock had gone limp but at first touch there were vibrations of life fibrillating throughout it, starting up that youthful machine once again, and within the minute he was as hard as ever. The erection was his cue to repeat the same process. I was ready for him to fuck me anally but Tony was a sensitive kid, too much so to introduce him to the whole gamut. Besides, I was more than happy to lie back and let him work on top of me. I loved his energetic rhythm, the way he panted and that big, silly grin plastered all over his face. All I did was rest my hands on his muscular buttocks so as to sense the full power of his masculinity. "Go, baby," I told him in between affectionate kisses, "make your stepmother feel good all over. Can you feel it in your toes? I get all warm inside and tingly too, but only when a man makes love to me beautifully, the way you do it."
"You really like the way I do it? Boy, I've never done this before, I guess it comes naturally!" he panted, not missing a beat. I squeezed his buns and drifted into a nice big woolly orgasm. From there on it was all dessert. He plowed into me until his muscles just couldn't take it any longer, and then his balls emptied themselves out and the boy collapsed on top of me. He was half asleep before the last of his cream had been blown into my pussy but I wouldn't let him drift off too far.
"Come on, put on your pajamas," I told him. He obeyed me sleepily and I slipped the flannel nightie back on. Tony cuddled up against my back and snored softly. I put the light on and picked up a magazine to read myself to sleep. Inwardly I was glowing with triumph and satisfaction. Bob was asleep on the couch downstairs, horny, uncomfortable, and unaware of the fact that I had just fucked his youngest son. What a revenge this was! But it was far from over. Mel and Gene would have their turn on me before I would consider the debt repaid. And then? Would I tell Bob to his face that I had been to bed with his sister and his sons? He'd kill me! No, it was inner satisfaction I was after.
Having concluded that, I tried to get to sleep, but something nagged at me. Would inner satisfaction be satisfying? Didn't I really want Bob to suffer before my very eyes? Yes, a thousand times yes! If I didn't see him in pain I would never be rid of the image of him on top of that blonde slut!
There was a knock on the door. "Come in," I said, reaching for the cigarettes at the same time and quickly lighting one. When I turned around I found Bob standing at the door. He was surprised to see Tony in bed with me but it looked harmless enough. "Your son wasn't feeling too good so I let him sleep with me. I'm sorry, Bob, but there's no vacancy here," I said coldly.
"So I see. Listen, I'll take the kid back to bed and then I'll make it up to you. Whatever I did wrong, you won't remember it by the time I get through. Come on, honey, what do you say, I'm horny as hell!"
He looked kind of pathetic standing there with his pillow and blanket, but I couldn't give in. If he were to find his son's sperm in my pussy he'd go crazy! "Ssshhh, you're going to wake him up!" I whispered. "Look at him, doesn't he look angelic asleep? Let's talk about this tomorrow, Bob."
"I'm horny now!" he insisted. He came toward the bed and I could tell he had rape on his mind as a last but not unthinkable resort. My mind raced from one possibility to the next. I could make a run for it to the bathroom, or better yet, I could tell him I had to go pee. I tried it and he said he wouldn't take much of my time. "Just let me put it to you, baby, look at this erection, you know it won't take long to come!"
I wondered where he got the energy from and then I remembered that blonde slut again, her rancid pussy around his cock. That member wasn't entering any part of me! In that case there was only one thing to do. His cock was out of his pajamas and sticking up like a flagpole, close enough to me to reach out and grab hold of it. Bob smiled broadly and came closer, thinking I was going to eat him. The very idea made me retch. The smell of her cunt was still present, pungent and stale, and I began to worry about infecting my hand.
"Just a handjob, then," I said, making it sound like a giant concession. My fist closed around his hard stem and began to rub the skin up and down.
"Aw come on, at least eat it!" he said.
"Will you keep quiet! What if your son wakes up, a fine sight you'd make, a real example to him!"
That shut him up. It was as though he suddenly got a vision of himself, standing by the side of his bed, his cock sticking out of his pajamas, hands on his hips. I took advantage of his temporary confusion to give his cock a good beating and to get a head start on his lust. He liked it well enough. The meat under the skin felt like a washboard now and the top of his foreskin slid up and down over his flushed knob with a regular beat, and it wasn't long before his face reflected the pleasure he got from my manipulation.
"Mmmmm, that feels good," he said, grabbing hold of the bedside table to steady his stance. "But I'd sure like to put it up your ass. Remember how much you liked it that first day? Boy, I've never seen a woman who liked to get fucked up the ass so much. Come on, honey, get on your hands and knees and let's play doggies again."
"I just hope your son hears all this!" I hissed indignantly. "Then he'd know what a pervert his father is!" Bob blushed again but I couldn't tell if it was out of embarrassment or sexual pleasure. His cock was thickening in my fist, so hard that I couldn't pull it down toward me. I sat up in the bed and rested against a stack of pillows so as to bring him off at my leisure. Bob took advantage of this change in position to fondle my tits through my nightie.
"Why are you wearing that thing?" he asked. "You remind me of my wife in that dreary rag!"
"Do you want me to sleep with your son in the nude, Bob? Jesus, what is the matter with you this evening?"
"Oh hell, you're his mother now, he wouldn't take that amiss," he blustered. I could tell the possibility had suddenly dawned on him that Tony and I might have been fooling around and that he didn't like to think about it. His eyes grew troubled, his cock grew limp, but I wouldn't give him any indication that I understood his distress. "No, that would be crazy," he muttered as if to reassure himself. "The kid accepts you as his mother already."
"Still, for the sake of decency it's best I wear it," I said, and tugged at his cock harder to revive it. That took quite a while. Bob kept looking at Tony, then at me, and I wondered if he had realized how good looking his youngest was. If I would let myself go down on him it would have been simple to get him hard again, but I couldn't do it My fist moved so fast that it became a light blur against the dark background of his cock, and slowly, slowly, I gained ground. New blood pulsed into the erectile tissue, he stopped brooding, and he had to find support again for his wobbly legs.
"That's beautiful," he groaned, working his hips in time with my rapid stroking, "you're very good at that, oh yes, that's it, pull it harder, I won't be long now, go baby, go, beat it for me! Take it in your mouth now, here it comes, open your mouth, suck me off! HURRY! HERE COMES! OOOOHHHH JEEEEE-SUS! COME ON, OPEN UP, I CANT HOLD IT NO MORE, AAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!!" I opened my mouth as wide as I could and held his cock above it without touching any part of me. Hot sperm shot out in the first load and from there on dripped down in long, white streaks that fell to my tongue and dribbled down my throat ever so smoothly. Bob was too far gone to notice my reluctance to eat his cock, but there would be questions later. I was more worried about his noisy cries of ecstasy.
"Now get back to the couch," I said as soon as he had tucked his dick back into his pajamas. "I'm dead tired and you must be, too."
"I guess you're right." He picked up his pillow and blanket and left the bedroom. When the door closed behind him I looked at Tony. He looked to be fast asleep. But a minute or so later he raised himself on one elbow and looked me square in the eye.
"You're a tramp!" he said icily. "That was a terrible thing to do! You make love with me and then you do it with my father. You'd do it with any- body!" He jumped out of bed and ran out of the room. So there I was, alone! The boy was jealous and he would get over it. I felt sorry for him but at least he'd leave me free to get to his brothers. Everything was working out very well, I thought as I turned the light off and turned on my side to go to sleep. By the end of the week I'd be the focus if not the head of this household.