Chapter 16
Kathy spent most of the day shopping. She even went to the beauty parlor. And all she bought was lacy, sexy underwear and enticing dresses.
When she got to Al's apartment, he was already there, waiting for her. When he let her in the door, she looked around and saw the tape recorder on the center table and smiled.
"Hi, baby," Al said. "You look peculiarly sexy today."
"So do you. Al."
He looked at her as if she was putting him on. "I've got a surprise for you." He walked to the table and patted the tape recorder. "We're going to have entertainment. Something different today."
He leered at her as he switched the machine on.
"I've brought you your tapes, Al." Kathy opened her purse and dropped them on the table one at a time.
He looked at her, stunned, as if not believing it.
"Play those if you don't believe me. They're all there."
The tape recorder had warmed up and run through its leader. "... Good. Then get out of bed and bend over that chair ... Bend over the chair ... Let's get a good look at your box. Bend all the way over, Mom. Don't do it half way. All the way over ... Ooooohhhh ... Nice and tight Billy, you want to be first?..."
Kathy stared at the machine. Then dryly chuckled and reached over and turned it off. "That's why you wanted to entertain me last night. So Barnett could get into the house and bug it."
"Why not, you lousy cunt. That's what you did to me . . " Al stared self consciously at the tapes
that Kathy had dropped on the table.
"So...? "
"You're a bitch. Your own son and those other boys." Al tried to sound indignant, to make her evil. But Kathy just looked at him and after a while he ran down.
"So what does that make you, Al?" Kathy stared at him and made him squirm. "You've been fucking your own daughter. I suppose that while she was supposed to have been staying at a neighbor's all along, she 'been right here with you.
Al looked shamefaced. He didn't deny it.
Kathy sat down on the couch and stripped her panties off. They were lacy and frilly and she tossed them down on the floor. "Kiss my cunt, stud," she said. She opened her thighs wide, challenging him. Her skirt was pulled up to her waist.
"What are you thinking about?" Al shouted. "I catch you sucking and fucking your own son in a gang bang and you ask me to kiss your cunt. You're crazy."
Kathy smiled and made as if to pick the panties up. We're two of a kind, Al. I just found you out. You're never going to do any better. But I'm telling you now, I don't need you. I know that. It's up to you."
Al stared at her, hard, for a long time.
"How about the kids?" he asked. "What are we going to do about them?"
"That's up to them. isn't it?" Kathy smiled as Al got to his knees and pushed her dress back. "They'll have to decide how they want to relate to their mother and father."
Al didn't answer. His bristly cheeks slid down her smooth, soft thighs and he was overwhelmed by the odor of her pussy.
Kathy only sighed when the soft, hot probe of his tongue shot into her steaming hot cunt.