Chapter 7
Bunny Ames's delicate and well-manicured fingers brushed away the sleep from her eyes. Thin rays of sunlight filtered through the microscopic slits of her curtain creating a polka dot pattern of the gold on the rich green of her bed's quilt. As her eyes became accustomed to the morning's new light, her mind signaled a mild warning of distress. Bunny could feel a slight twinge of apprehension jolt her into an upright position in her bed, yet everything seemed as normal in her cerebral functioning until her thoughts reeled back to the scene she had witnessed underneath her bedroom window no more than 8 hours earlier.
Suddenly she found her breathing take on a more strained character and she could almost hear the pounding of her own heart as she saw once again Pete Starr's daughter, Marcia, sucking wildly on her son's heavily hardened young penis. She made an anguished mental note of the expertise with which the young girl had so gluttonously feasted on Josh's ten-der young genitals, but then once again scolded herself, for she knew it was only be-cause she was jealous of the opportunity to the young girl had taken such good advantage of.
Sitting straight up in bed and fumbling with her cigarette pack, Bunny found it hard to admit that she found such an erotic, sexual interest in her son, but she knew she had been subconsciously thinking about him in those terms for quite some time. The visual appeal of what she had witnessed the night before only enhanced the strong sensual bond she felt between her son and herself.
Bunny mulled around the idea of how she would handle her new revelations. She had heard the younger generation was promiscuous but she had no idea her son had or would be part of such sophisticated sex acts with a girl he had just met. Bunny realized now that Josh was probably more sexually experienced than she was and the thought of her own sexual denial, since the conception of her son, jolted Bunny into the reality of her situation. She had gone sixteen years without making love to any man and she felt as though she had cheated herself. She wanted to make up for lost time, yet something held her back. She could still remember the hotly burning eyes of her stepfather on the fateful night she had lost her virginity and her still nagging fear that it might be impossible to ever love a man again. Yet as she stood before her window, the sun beating down on her naked breasts, she could feel the soft, golden-fringed lips of her cunt moisten with liquid-desire as she re-lived the way Marcia had sucked and kissed Josh's whitely throbbing hardness and forced him to cum up in her mouth in hotly spewing torrents of ravenous desire.
Somehow, someway, Bunny would have to confront her son with the fact that she had seen his affair with Marcia Starr. But how? she thought to herself. Bunny was still exhausted from the torrid week's work she had put in and the long drive to Huntington Beach. She could also feel herself falling victim to a mild cold and considered using her weariness as an excuse to spend the day in bed, thereby freeing herself of the task of facing an understanding man and would not be offended by her actions. Bunny also considered the fact that she was still smoldering in arousal from watching young Marcia Starr hungrily devouring her son's hotly spurting young cum last night and knew she was going to have to relieve herself in one way or an-other or she would never make it through the day.
Putting out the cigarette, Bunny walked back toward the bed. Her long, lithe thighs scissored out over the bed's length as the lips of her vagina moved slightly, silently under the thinly transparent material of her panties. Small wisps of golden pubic hair near her inner thighs and contrasted starkly with the blackness of the lace fringed leg bands. Her body, like a marvelous statue, squirmed wantonly in the warm morning's sunlight as she writhed on the king-sized bed and felt her loins begin to churn and boil with excitement. Her thoughts were centered on the two youngsters who had shown her a side to life she had almost forgotten, and running her fingers lightly down over the satiny skin of her firm, now softly trembling belly and then up to the gorgeous, heaving breasts which swayed with every move of her hips, she ran a hand down and under the waist band of the thin nylon material covering her loins and teased momentarily into the softly glistening slit of her open spread cunt. The nipples on the tip of her naked breasts were now erect and she placed the palms of her hands flat against the twin mounds as her heart pounded with the wildly rising erotic sensations the feel of them there gave her. Just touching herself there made her want to touch all of her sensitively hungering erogenous zones, and she started again to lower her other hand down over her belly and toward the moistly throbbing little mouth up between her inner thighs. Then, just for an instant, Bunny's face glanced into the big mirror in front of her bed and upon meeting the reflection of her hand pressed tightly up between her widespread thighs, she blushed and turned away.
"Oh God!" she groaned out loud, and scolded herself mentally for being so preoccupied with her sexuality. God, she had been fingering herself and running her hands over her soft, curl-lined vaginal lips more and more in the last few months and she knew she should somehow break the habit...but not right now...she had worked herself up into a low, languid torpor of desire as she remembered her eighteen year old son's virile young cock spearing up into her boss's daughter's hungrily working mouth until she had thought he might drive it out the back of her head. Bunny lay in bed, her long blonde hair in a pony tail, and the pouty quality of her facial features made her look more than slightly devilish as she kneaded and gently stroked the ever-wetting lips of her vagina. Her milky-clear complexion shown like honey as the golden sunlight reflected o$ her face took on a relaxed glow as she wriggled in delight with her fingers touch. Her long narrow waist shuddered in excitement as, removing her panties, she lowered her eyes to her voluptuously flaring hips and perfectly pro-portioned thighs and pushed her thumbs beneath the elastic top. She started to lower them quickly, but she stopped, caught up for a moment in the arousing exposure of her vaginal triangle. The soft nylon strip of her panties that ran between her thighs seemed to want to cling there to her softly curling pubic hair, and she lowered the thin, almost transparent nylon down slowly, inch by inch revealing to her sight the heart-shaped path of silken blonde pussy hair. She could almost feel the steamy-heat of the mid-morning sun as it seemed to rise up between her slightly spread thighs and it gently drifted up and into the soft folds of her open cuntal slit, warming the already heated bud of her clitoris. It tingled, aching to be teased and touched by other human flesh, and telling herself she would only do it for an instant, she released one side of her panties, leaving them tightly clasped to her thighs. Watching her hand move over to the triangular patch of fuzz was enough to make her feel more ex-cited but she extended her long middle finger, bending it slightly as she pushed it hesitantly into the softness of her cuntal lips.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!" she moaned out loud as she felt the electric-like flash of pleasure as her finger made contact. Her clit was hard, and she rolled it gently under her fingernail, trembling with the lewdly wicked sensations which seemed to purr from her writhing body. Bunny could feel the lubricating fluid from her sweet, finely perfumed vagina begin to form at the opening just below her finger and down into the soft, pink flesh in search of the warmly pulsating pussy mouth. Finding it moist, she pushed the tip of her finger into the narrow hole, and her mind whirled with the images of sexual gratification.
Bunny could imagine having a man's passion-hardened cock fucking into her there, and taking a deep breath, Bunny wormed her finger into the smoothly quivering passage of her vagina. She worked it deep, not stopping until the palm of her hand was pressed tightly against the excitedly trembling lips of her cunt and golden pussy curls. God it felt good, she thought, too good!
"Oh God," Bunny exclaimed almost in a scream. She was reaching some indefinable sexual zenith and she knew she'd better put a stop to herself or things would soon be out of control. With a certain amount of shame and self-embarrassment Bunny took her fingers away from her still hotly trembling pussy and permitted her breathing to return to normal. Her pounding heart and throbbing loins had started to return to a state of normalcy when, with a startling unexpectancy, Bunny's sensually floating mind and languished body snapped into attention, as she heard a knock on the bedroom door.
"Good morning! Could I come in?" It was the voice of Sheila Starr as Bunny found her-self scurrying to regain her lost composure. "It's almost noon," Sheila went on, "and I wanted to make sure everything was all right."
"Yes come in," Bunny said, securing a blanket over her enormously swaying breasts.
"Good morning," Sheila repeated. "Did you sleep well?"
"Oh, yes, very well," Bunny said with a poorly disguised tone of petulance. "I guess I slept like the proverbial rock. What time did you say it was?" Bunny found it difficult to hide the fact that the aggressive nature of Sheila's daughter and in fact Sheila herself, somewhat put off Bunny and formed a bather between them.
"Well, I just wanted to tell you that I'll be glad to make you some lunch if you'd like. Pete and Paul went out to the golf course, but they'll be back in time for dinner."
"Thank you, Sheila," Bunny said, "but the truth is that I'm not feeling too well. I generally don't sleep late and since I did I think it's a sign that I may be coming down with some-thing. I was really considering just staying in bed all day. You don't think Paul and Pete would consider me doing so an insult?"
"Why of course not," Sheila patronizingly said. "If you don't feel well I could bring something up to you if you'd like."
"Some coffee and a few slices of toast would be fine, thank you," Bunny said, as Sheila graciously excused herself and made her way for the door. "Oh Sheila!" Bunny said. "Did Josh and Marcia get in on time last night? I'm afraid I fell asleep the minute Pete showed me to the room."
"Well, to be truthful, Bunny," Sheila said, "they did get in a little late, but I think there's nothing to worry about between those two. I mean, you know how kids are these days."
"Well, I think I'm beginning to," Bunny said. "Could you tell Josh that I'd like to see him in my room for a moment?" Bunny asked Sheila.
"Why certainly," Sheila replied. "The kids are swimming in the pool. I'll tell him the second I get back downstairs. Now you just want coffee and toast, is that correct?"
Bunny was impressed with the hospitable way Sheila was treating her and was glad to see she wasn't the kind of woman who could possibly become jealous over the fact that her husband had invited another woman at his office along with them for the weekend.
"Yes, and thank you, Sheila, I really appreciate it," Bunny said as down at the foot of the bed under the covers, she felt the nylon fabric of her panties with her toes and remembered the radiance and extravagant sensation which had moments ago ignited her womb in spasms of warm pleasure.
As Sheila dosed the door, Bunny reclined on the bed and let out a sigh of relief. She was certain the other woman had not been able to detect that Bunny had been fingerfucking herself before she entered the room and as she felt her face drain off the blush which had painted it crimson, Bunny relaxed and assured herself that Mrs. Starr was probably not that observant.
Lying in the large luxurious bed with her head propped up against two enormous pillows, Bunny bent her left knee so that the bottom of her foot was flush with the sheet be-low her. She skimmed her svelte, creamy thighs with her finger nails and languished in the ecstatic feeling of her hands, which lightly explored every velvety contour of her body. She was contemplating plunging her fingers into the still moist cavity of her still hotly heaving cunt when once again the door of her room was rattled with the sound of an intruder.
"Who is it," Bunny called from her bed and once again pulling her hands from between the fleshy warmth of her thighs.
"It's me, Mom," Josh said as his muffled voice barely penetrated the well constructed, hard oak door.
"Come in darling," Bunny said, as she pulled the rubber band from her long waxen blonde pony-tail as her billowing locks cascaded down her well-chiseled neck and shoulders.
"Morning Mom," Josh said as he entered her room wearing only the revealing tank suit he wore when he swam. "Are you feeling all right?"
Bunny had seen her son many times before in the brief swimming suit he commonly wore in his high school competition, but the fact that he was wearing it in the home of unfamiliar people forced Bunny to evaluate the appropriateness of her son's actions.
"No, I'm really not feeling too well, Josh," she said. "Do you really think you should walk around Mr. Starr's home in that?" Bunny said as she pointed at the brief suit.
"Oh, Mom, don't get uptight. Everybody wears these around today. The Starrs won't mind and besides you see what Marcia's wearing," he said, as a leering snicker blossomed across his face.
Bunny could just imagine what the little tart who'd almost raped her son had or didn't have on as she swam in her uncle's pool, but looking at Josh left little to her imagination. She could easily see the abnormally large and lewd figure of his penis shift obscenely in the flimsy material and Bunny could 'feel herself become slightly faint as she forced her gaze to travel from her son's crotch to his face.
"Well I just wanted to tell you that you'll be free of my motherly influence today, be-cause I really feel quite tired and I'm just going to rest in bed. You don't mind do you," she smiled almost seductively at her son.
"No Mom," he replied, "that's all right. You get some rest today and tomorrow and Mon-day we can get some sun together. How would that be?"
"Yes, I'd like that honey," she said. "By the way. What are your plans for today?"
"Well, ah, Marcia's got these friends," he stammered, "and I guess they're having a party and she invited me to go with her. That's all right with you isn't it Mom?"
Bunny just didn't know how to approach the subject of the disgustingly lewd scene she had witnessed the night before and as her eyes once again rested on Josh's enormous manhood, she decided to put the matter of his youthful indescretion out of her mind. She loved her son too much to embarrass him by revealing to him that she had seen him in the throes of lustful and wickedly wanton abandon.
"I...I guess it's all right," she said, "but get home at a reasonable hour and be-have yourself."
"Thanks Mom," her son said as he turned to leave. Suddenly he turned back in her direction and smiled broadly as he said, "Ya know, I think this might be the best vacation we've ever taken Mom!"
"Maybe you're right, Josh," his mother said, "Maybe you're right."