Chapter 12
"I love you, David," Kathy finally managed to say to her son.
His cock stirred in her ass-hole. It was soft and limber and pulled out with a soft sucking sound. As it came out, the bathtub water rushed in to fill the void.
David's fingers worked at her bulging pussy and suddenly it split open like a magic Easter egg and spit out the foaming bar of bath soap that floated to the top of the water.
Stiffly, David pulled loose and stood up. He splashed out of the tub and Kathy followed him. She grabbed the big bath towel and began to dry him off. She was especially careful to rub the rough, woolly material around his relaxed balls and sagging peter. She wanted to kiss it. To fondle it. But somehow she knew that now wasn't the time. The post coital glow they both experienced was dampened by what had gone on before.
"Do you really love me. Mother?" David stared at her accusingly.
"Of course, darling." Kathy's eyes brimmed with tears and she wanted to hug him.
"How much?" His voice was flat, unbelieving and she knew that she had to convince her son, make him see she really did care and want to make him happy.
"I'll do anything for you, David," she promised. She toweled his body and then dropped to her knees and dried his legs. At the same time she leaned her cheek against his drooping cock, nuzzling it as if in complete obedience to his masculinity.
"Anything?"
"Of course, darling." Kathy's voice gained energy. He was going to let her prove her love, she knew that. He was going to forgive her for her sin her guilt.
Mentally Kathy hugged herself. There was nothing she wouldn't do for her son. Absolutely nothing, and now he was going to find out for himself. Who needed Al? The wretched bastard. She had David and that was all she'd ever need or want.
At least Kathy told herself that. If she'd have thought about it for a while, she'd have realized that she was half in shock. The events of the past few days had been too much for her. Too many shocks had come at her too fast. Her sexual revolution was still unabsorbed into her inner being. It was a sexual happening a physical manifestation of her confusion. She needed time to think. But she wasn't going to get it.
"I'll do anything you say to prove it, honey," she told him.
David stared thoughtfully at his mother. "You mean that?"
"I was your slave, once," Kathy said eagerly. "We can do that again, dear. And you can do anything you want to. Anything."
Kathy felt her son's penis twitch and she knew she was reaching him. He was getting turned on remembering. He had to know from the way she'd let him treat her that she was telling the truth. Nothing else could conceivably matter.
Finally David shook himself, as if surprised to find that he was dried off. "All right, Mother," he said. "I'll think about it and let you know later." He walked off, leaving her in the bathroom holding the towel and staring after him, wondering.
After a while, Kathy used the towel on herself. She was almost dry, but the musty odor of David's body was on the towel and she used it to dry her face and tousle her hair. When she rubbed her breasts with it and wiped between her legs she pretended it was David's rough hand on her sex organs. She got a thrill out of that.
Still naked, she threw the towel in the dirty clothes and then went into her bedroom and lay down to think. Sleep crept up on her slowly, and Kathy had time to feel scared before she fell all the way into slumber. What she thought, if she was wrong about everything? What then? What was David really thinking about her?
"Hello," she said when she finally picked the receiver up.
"Kathy?" The voice was Al's and Kathy was tempted at first to hang up and go back to sleep. "What do you want, Al?" she finally asked after debating doing just that.
"I want to see you and the kids."
"We don't want to see you, Al." Kathy sighed wearily into the mouthpiece. "Enough is enough. You've caused us all the grief we'll ever need."
"I want to make a deal," Al replied. "That's why I want to see you."
"Well..." Kathy stretched on the bed. She ached all over. Her thighs, her tits, her butt ... She felt as if she'd been really put through the wringer. She was sexually worn out and maybe it wouldn't hurt to hear what Al had to say.
Hearing the note of surrender in his wife's voice, Al eagerly said, "I'm sure we can work something out that will make you happy. Kathy looked at the clock next to the bed. It was almost dinnertime. "How about dinner at diGorgio's?"
"Fine," Al boomed over the phone. "In about twenty minutes?"
"I meet you there."
"Great! Wear something sexy, will you?" Al's voice was almost eager.
"I didn't know you cared," Kathy said sarcastically.
"Love it," Al responded. "See you in twenty minutes or so, okay?"
"Okay," Kathy said. When she put the phone down, she didn't know whether she had done the right thing or not. Looking in the wall mirror she could see her naked body sprawled on the bed and wondered if that was the lure. Was Al finally wakening to the soft loveliness of her body, the full breasts with their brownish strawberry tips? Did he think he was missing out by neglecting her firm, juicy pussy?
Kathy stood and admired herself, It was possible. She cupped her breasts with her hands and was pleased that they sagged so little. Her stomach was flat and firm, even though she'd had both David and Lisa and bore the almost invisible stretch marks.
Perhaps her cunt wasn't as pretty as it had been when they'd first married. The lips were longer and fuller threatening to become pendulous, But they sealed together nicely. Her cunt muscles were taut. and the pussy fur that hid them was thick and furry.
Thoughtfully, although she knew Al would never get to know, she sprayed a whiff of perfume on the luxurious triangle of hair in her crotch. Another dab went between her breasts before she put on the uplift bra that seemed to expose more of her tits than it hid. It was funny, but always she'd been ashamed to wear it, it was so lascivious. But now that she was going to have dinner with the husband she was cutting off, it seemed appropriate. As she finished dressing in a slinky low front, backless black dress she reflected on why she was doing it. Perhaps the most valid reason was to show him just what he was missing out on him and his running around looking for better.
"The prick," Kathy muttered to herself. She didn't want to admit it, but one of the things that she was hurt most by was her husband's need for other women. It was a direct condemnation of her as a woman and in bed and it rankled.
Finally she was dressed. She checked the house to see if either of the kids had come in. It was unlikely. Lisa was staying the week with a neighbor girl, which was fortunate because Kathy hadn't been drawn into any soul searching conversations with the girl about the rift with Al, and David had indicated he'd be gone till late. He had to think about what had happened between him and his mother.
Somehow the place seemed gloomy to Kathy as she listened to her footsteps in. all that emptiness.
"It's nice you could make it." Al stood up and pulled her chair out for her when she went into diGorgio's. It made Kathy feel like a girl again. He hadn't done that since before they were married and she didn't expect him to start that again.
It was dark in the restaurant. Kathy had forgotten how dark and their table in the back was secluded. She didn't object when Al slid closer to her after they ordered and put his hand on her thigh under the table.
"That isn't on the menu." Her voice was prim but she didn't move his hand with hers. Surprisingly it felt good where it was at, halfway between her knee and her crotch.
"I thought it was an appetizer," Al said in a contrite sounding voice.
"Hardly." Kathy was nonchalant, but it warmed her to know she still turned him on. Of course, it didn't mean she was going to give up a foot of ground. She had the bastard cold and had no intention of letting go of anything even if he had a dick that was a yard long. At least, she told herself she wouldn't. She hadn't seen a cock that big yet.
During dinner Al's hand left her leg, but after the waiter cleared the dishes and left them with a bottle of wine, it was back. Higher and warmer and Kathy couldn't resist completely the lure of his warm palm on her flesh. "What do you want, Al?" she asked nervously.
"A divorce," he said bluntly. "Something that will make it clear where I stand."
"You know where you stand this way." Kathy frowned at him.
"Sure, baby." His hand zipped up her leg to her crotch and unexpectedly his fingers were pressing against her pouting mound, separated from penetrating her hot box only by a sheer piece of lace panty material. "Sure," he said. "Just like you're my wife."
"And what are all those other bitches you suck and fuck? Kathy threw it back in his face. He had it coming, as far as she was concerned. "You don't need a wife. You need a harem." Kathy tried to conceal it. But she was trembling from his hand on her snatch. Her knees were dangerously weak and she could feel the moisture draining from out of her qui very cunt.
"That's what I'm saying, baby." Al stroked her box again and she unconsciously opened her thighs to give his fingers more room to play with her.
"I don't understand what you're saying. Make it clearer or forget it."
"I mean I'll settle with you. You get the kids half the time. I'll give you say five hundred a month and the house and we can still be good friends. Right?"
Kathy would have laughed if it wasn't for the disturbing way his fingers played with her sex organs. Her clitoris was wild and she could barely contain her hips. Al's fingers had grown more facile as he talked and she knew at any moment he was going to do what she wanted he was going to plunge them in her hot box.
"You can do better, Al. Fifteen hundred a month sounds better."
"For Christ's sake, I don't have it. I can't come up with that kind of money, Kathy."
Kathy shrugged. "Maybe the judge can't prove you can, Al. But I can. That's why we settle this out of court. I know about your other books and the skimming you're doing."
"You're crazy. If you think you've got something on me, go to the cops." Al appeared undisturbed. But his fingers manipulated her twat feverishly.
"Sure," Kathy said scornfully. "I tell the cops and the IRS gets the house, the cars and the business and you go to jail and I get nothing. Or I threaten to tell and you laugh in my face. Thanks for nothing, Al. I want a wrapped and tied contract the sort of thing that's binding enough to tie everything up without threats. Or cops."
In the darkness Kathy couldn't tell what was on Al's face. The shadows changed his appearance on a minute by minute basis.
"A thousand," he said finally.
"Fifteen hundred, and the house payments."
"You won't compromise?"
"No."
Al sighed heavily. "All right," he said. "I'll get the lawyer to work on it and have it ready in a week or so. That suit you?"
Kathy was stunned. It was so easy, too easy. She'd never expected Al to bend for that much. She'd been willing to settle for half of what she was getting. She hadn't wanted to fight him and she'd planned on going back to work as soon as things were straightened around. "That's ... that's generous of you, Al," she managed to gasp.
"That's me," Al said.
Kathy couldn't tell if she actually saw a smirk on her husband's face. But even if she had, she was too overwhelmed to call her husband a liar to his face.