Chapter 6
Alice stood naked beside the bed. While she rubbed both hands over her big white breasts, she looked down at the boy who lay on his back, his penis strongly erect.
"Are you going to do a very good job of sucking my cunt, dear?" she asked.
"Oh yes, Miss Alice. You do know how I love to see your beautiful white bum and your crotch coming down on my face. I so love the taste of your pretty cunt, Miss Alice. Please allow me to suck and lick in your crotch for a long time."
"Very well, dear. Since you're so sweet, I shall let you give me two or three comes while I ride your face and make it all wet and sticky. After that, my cunt will be very wet when you stick your little dickie bird in it to fuck me."
The twelve-year-old boy watched in delight as her big breasts bobbed while she got onto the bed, then knelt astride him. He looked up into the familiar wide crotch, familiar because he had been looking at it for more than a year, and his hands went to the backs of her thighs where they rubbed lovingly.
As usual, the woman remained kneeling with her crotch well above his face, while she played with her breasts and he squirmed in hot anticipation.
"Tell me what you can see, dear," she said as she so often did when kneeling above his face, teasing him and herself with the waiting game.
"Please Miss, I can see your pretty cunt and your thighs and your lovely big tits. I can see a little of the bottom of the cheeks of your beautiful big arse, and ... oh Miss Alice, you truly are so beautiful."
The boy's titled father would have been delighted had he seen and heard the erotic scene being played between his son and the thirty-eight-year-old nanny. He perhaps wouldn't have been so rapturous over the beauty of the big woman, though he found her to be a wonderful romp, when he slipped into her room on an average of once or twice a week.
But his proper English mother would have been horrified, and Alice knew that, so she was very careful about where and when she had sex with the boy for whose care she was responsible.
She knew they were alone in that wing of the mansion in the quiet village, less than an hour's run from London. The madam was visiting, the master was at work in the city, and the remainder of the staff were going about their business which did not involve being in that wing at that time of day.
"Now then, dear child," Alice said, as she went on fondling her breasts, something which she, as well as the boy, never seemed to tire of doing, "I shall lower my hot crotch now and feed you your lunch. Come eat my fanny."
(author's note: In England, the fanny refers to the female sex organ, rather than to the bottom as it does here.)
Sighing, she watched her reflection in the mirror as she lowered her crotch toward the waiting face of the boy, then her big, naked body jerked strongly and she heard a muffled groan of passion as her vulva touched his mouth.
Sucking and licking her organ was something the boy had learned quickly and well and he went on to demonstrate how well he could perform the act as the big nude sighed and rubbed lightly on his face.
He withdrew his tongue from her slit the moment she went into climax, then waited excitedly while she rubbed her wet crotch all over his face. When it was over, she sighed, then his mouth and tongue went back to work.
Again he paused in his lapping of her while she climaxed, but then their orderly plan was scrapped as the door opened, the boy's mother stood in the doorway and all hell broke loose.
"Sorry lamb," Alice said as, with total composure, she dismounted his face, "I'm afraid you shall not get your fuck today."
Alice's casual attitude and her proud smirk further infuriated the woman who seemed about to attack her, then, noticing her size and strength, drew back and ordered the nanny out of the house.
"My dear child, my baby," the woman said as she ran to the bed and took her naked son in her arms, "what terrible things has this beast done to you?"
"Nothing terrible at all," Alice replied for the boy as she fitted her big breasts into cups of her bra with the same casual air. "I've taught the lad the joys of lapping cunt and of fucking. The better things of life, I'd say, though I doubt you'd agree since you could probably store ice cubes in your cunt without harming them."
The woman opened her mouth as though to say something, then turned away, taking her son in her arms again and lying beside him to cry in shock, anger and frustration.
It had been a good job, the pay had been good and there had been a man and a boy to satisfy her lusty sexual desires, but Alice felt no great regret as she busied herself with packing and preparing to leave. Later, one of the staff drove her to the station with her things so that she could take the train to London.
"So yer 'of bloddy cunt was too good fer me, was it?" he asked bitterly as they drove out of the grounds.
"But of course, Alfred," Alice replied in a haughty tone. "It really is a matter of class, you know. One of your station must be content with the maids."
"I could bloody well dump you on yer fat arse and let you walk to the station," he growled angrily, stinging under her calm abuse.
"You could, I suppose, but I doubt that the master would approve. You would be looking for employment before the day is out."
They drove on to the station without further talk. The driver was properly submissive as she directed him to have her bags checked. As the train slowed to a stop, she wondered where her next position would take her. All she knew about it was that there would be a boy in the house and she would seduce him. Boys, she had long since decided, make such perfect little sex slaves.
In London, she phoned her former employer and arranged to meet him early that evening. When she told him what had happened, he roared with laughter. There was no shock involved since his wife had phoned him previously and demanded that he have Alice arrested and charged with rape.
He had brushed off her demands, pointing out that it would set off a terrible scandal. Knowing that Alice would be in touch with him, he had prepared for that and was ready when he met her at her room in a modest little hotel, not far from the station.
"Thanks for making a man of the lad, Alice," he told her with a grin. "Sorry as hell you got caught at it. Must have been a bit of a sticky wicket when old frozen all walked in on you."
"Really, sir, it was more funny than anything else. It was all I could do to keep from laughing," Alice told him. "If only you could have seen her face, especially when I told her she could store ice cubes in her cunt."
The man doubled over, roaring with laughter as he listened and tried to picture his wife's face on hearing such words from an employee.
When he was able to stop laughing, he handed Alice two plain envelopes. One of them contained a glowing letter of reference, the other contained money, enough of it, he pointed out, for her to go anywhere in the world and take her time about finding another position. She thanked him and put the envelopes into her purse.
"Do you have to leave, sir?" she asked politely, "or would you like to have one more go around, for old time's sake?"
"One more by all means, my girl," he told her with enthusiasm as he began undressing. "Damn, but I am so going to miss those beautiful big tits of yours and that big, lovely arse."
"Do you mean you won't miss my fanny then?" Alice asked.
"Of course I shall, you horny bitch. Get it uncovered and I'll show you. By the way, does the little devil lap your cunt well?"
"Your little devil laps like an angel, sir," she replied and went on to tell the man how long the boy had been serving her body.
When they were both naked, they met on the bed and enjoyed a long, lusty romp. In the course of it, Alice showed him the way she liked to ride his son's face and the man enjoyed it thoroughly, especially when she went jerking into orgasm and gave him a hot, sticky facial.
Later, when he asked her to, she rode him again, this time farther down his body with her crotch impaled on his long, strong penis.
A few days later, Alice flew to Canada, armed with names and addresses of some friends of her former employer. She contacted the friends and one of them told her of a friend of his who could offer just the opportunity she wanted. His wife had died a few months previously and he'd had difficulty getting reliable help. When the woman told Alice that the man had only one child remaining at home, a thirteen-year-old son, Alice felt a surge of excitement. Thirteen was a little older than she liked, but it would do, if everything else turned out well.
Alice made an appointment, then went to visit the man at his home. Her English accent and intelligence, as well as her confidence and general poise, impressed him and he offered her a salary well above average.
"You may find it strange that I need a woman to take care of a thirteen-year-old boy, but you see, Brent has some ... uh ... problems."
Before accepting the offer, Alice had to know what those problems were. The man admitted that he had not paid much attention to his family and, while the older child had developed quite well, Brent had become a mummy's little boy and refused to drop the role.
"His health is good, I've had it checked, but he's lifeless and listless. He doesn't play with other boys, he spends all his time reading or listening to classical music. Damn it, he's becoming so mamby pamby, I'm afraid he may turn queer as he gets older."
There was just a trace of a smile on Alice's face as she assured the man that she would save his son from that fate and would turn him into a more normal boy.
As she toured the house with her employer-to-be, she saw that with only a little effort, one wing of the spacious place could be maintained as a separate suite, giving her the privacy she wanted.
Pointing out that she wanted the boy subjected to no influences except her own, until she began to make progress with him, she explained her plan and the man assured he would have the changes completed within a couple of days.
"Owning a construction firm, among other things," he told her, "will make that very easy."
They returned to the living room and she accepted his offer of a drink. As he went to pour it, Alice made a quick adjustment to the hem of her dress which raised it well above her knees. As she crossed her legs, she was confident that she was giving a nice display of her firm thighs.
He sat opposite her and they sipped their drinks as they chatted about differences between England and Canada. From time to time, she noticed him stealing glimpses of her thighs and that pleased her.
"I expect you'll find it lonely here until you make a few friends," the man told her and she saw him stealing another look at her thighs.
"I suppose I shall," she agreed. "I doubt that I'll have much in common with the other servants around here. I understand that in Canada, servants are from the lower classes, as are the lower class servants in England."
"That's true, Alice. It's obvious to me that you are not lower class in your background."
"That's right. My family fortunes fell apart when I was a child. My father killed himself. Relatives gave us what help they could, I got an education, but then I had to find employment. Being a nanny permitted me to retain a certain status, above that of a general maid. I found I liked the work, so I just went on doing it. But I imagine you know something about loneliness too, what with your wife having passed away so recently."
"Ah yes," he said with a sad sigh that Alice saw was forged. "I do have my work, of course," he went on, "but then there are those evenings when a man can feel so lonely, rattling about an empty house."
"I quite understand, sir," she told him and recrossed her legs, drawing his attention to her thighs. "I want you to know I'll do what I can to make your home more pleasant and comfortable for you."
"Thank you, Alice. Look, we Canadians are not as formal as you English. When there are just the two of us, please call me Herb. When there are guests, of course, or the maid or cleaning woman is around, I guess we'll have to be a little more formal."
"Very well, Herb, and thank you," she said and gave him a warm smile.
Alice saw that he was almost squirming and told herself that it wouldn't be long before he would be doing his squirming while lying on her naked body.
He was in his early fifties, she guessed, and while he didn't look as strong or as vital as her previous employer, she decided he would do.
Early in her career, Alice had learned that it was a form of insurance to take the master of the house to bed from time to time. He could then be counted on to protect her from the woman of the house and, in cases of disaster, such as the one she had just been through, he could be counted on to be generous in order to ensure her silence about what he had done with her. There was no woman of the house in this case, but she decided to get him into bed anyway.
They talked again of loneliness and of how humans require someone to share with. Whether or not he was acting, she couldn't be sure, but he stressed how empty his life had become and how totally alone he felt each night when he went to his wide, empty bed. But his eyes, she observed, were not at all lonely, they had her thighs to keep them company and took full advantage of that fact.
When the man appeared to be on the verge of tears, she got up and went to sit on the arm of his chair. He did exactly what she had hoped he would do as he threw his arms around her and pressed his face to the warmth of her body, sobbing a little.
"There, there, I understand," she told him in a comforting tone as she rubbed his head and cheek gently. "Herb, perhaps this will sound terribly bold, but I can't see you suffering like this. I'm not suggesting anything sexual at all, but what if I were to just lie on your bed beside you to comfort you until you fall asleep?"
"Oh Alice, would you?" he said with feeling as he looked up, his eyes wet and shining.
"Of course. True, I'm here to help your son, but we are both human beings, so if I can help you as well, then I must. Besides, if I'm to do my job with Brent, I'll need help from you. You can provide that more effectively if you are strong and content."
They agreed that the man would go prepare for bed and that she would join him in ten minutes. While she waited for the time to pass, she poured herself a small drink. As she sipped the drink, she wished she were wearing panties and garter belt instead of her corselette, but she decided she would make the best of it. Besides, the corselette was a new black one and she filled it excitingly. She knew too that there were some males who became more excited by the sight of a woman in such an undergarment than they did about a naked one.
When the ten minutes had passed, she put her glass down and felt a churning in her loins as she went up the stairs toward his bedroom. The door of his room was open and she saw him lying in bed, wearing pajamas and smiling. He was covered to the waist and she wondered if he was hiding an erection. If not, she thought, he very soon would be or she was very much mistaken about him and about her powers over men and boys.
"That's such a pretty dress you're wearing, Alice," he told her with a nervous frown. "You're going to get it terribly wrinkled, lying beside me."
"I suppose you're right at that," she told him and turned on a thoughtful frown of her own. "Look," Alice said as though a thought had just occurred, "we're both mature adults. I'm wearing a corselette which covers my body adequately. Why don't I just remove my dress. You know I won't be doing it for any seductive purpose."
"Of course, Alice. Besides, if you were seen leaving with your dress all wrinkled, it wouldn't look good. Oh Alice," he said, a little groan in his tone, "how can I ever thank you for being so understanding and so kind? For the first time in months, I've gotten into my bed without dreading the emptiness of it."
"That you appreciate it is thanks enough," Alice told him, then turned her back to him to unfasten the top of her dress.
As she did so, she knew that he could see her in the mirror opposite so that he would have both the rear and frontal view of her to admire as she took her dress off.
"I find that I really am a little nervous, Herb," she said as she pulled the top of her dress down and freed her arms, letting him see the reflected image of how the top of the garment bulged with the bigness of her breasts. "I hope you'll forgive me."
"There's nothing to forgive, Alice," he told her. "I think it's a tribute to your virtuous nature that you find it difficult removing your dress here in my bedroom."
Swallowing her smile, she took her time about working the dress down over her wide flaring hips and in the mirror, she saw his eyes shining with excitement. She saw something else, a movement under the covers, just about where his hard penis should be.
Alice bent to step out of her dress as it fell to her feet, she gave him time to admire the way she filled the seat of the garment and to see a sample of her black nylon panties below the garment and her strong, smooth thighs, then she turned, looking very shy and tossed her dress over the back of a chair.
"I feel as shy as a virgin bride," she said, giggling a little. "I'd better get in bed and cover up."
As she said so, she raised the covers high enough to confirm that his stiff penis was bulging his pajamas. She trembled with delight and excitement at the thought of how quickly and easily she had seduced him while allowing him to think he was seducing her.
"There, now I don't feel quite so nervous," she said as she lay on her back beside him. "Would you like me to hold your hand, Herb?"
"Yes, please," he said and their hands met, his brushing her thigh near the top of her nylon.
In just a little while, they were both trembling and the contact of their hands added to that state.
"Alice," he said a minute later, his voice breaking, "I know I must sound like a terrible baby, but please, hold me, just for a minute, then I'll feel better."
"Of course, you poor dear. Here," she said as she moved closer, "lie your face on my warm breast and I'll hold you. You'll soon feel so much better."
He turned and lay his face on her smooth white skin above the cups of her corselette, then her arm went around him and pulled him against her. The first portion of his body to make contact with hers, was the head of his hard penis.
"Oh you poor dear," she whispered with feeling as she pulled him against her. "You're in trouble, aren't you?"
"Yes," he lied with a little sob. "I didn't intend this to happen. Something about your beauty triggered it just now. I'm sorry, my dear. Shall I get out of bed?"
"No, not at all. I understand how this sort of thing can happen. It isn't your fault. I believe you when you say you didn't intend it. In fact, I must confess that the feel of you against me, strong and urgent as it is, has triggered something in me. My body too has become terribly aroused." As she said it, her arm tightened around him and their bodies pressed more firmly together. "Shall we try to fight this?" she asked.
"I don't think we can. I know I can't, Alice. Oh Lord, what shall we do?"
"I'm afraid," she said, haltingly, "the only thing we can do is face it."
"You mean ... you will let me ... make love to you?"
"I mean we'll make love to each other. You may think I'm shameless, allowing this to happen on our first meeting, but I can't help myself. I've even tried prayer, but nothing works. You have me too terribly aroused."
Moving out of her arms then, the man sat up and took off the jacket of his pajamas. As he did, Alice got up and unfastened her suspenders. She sat on a chair and removed them, then stood, unhooked the top of her corselette and worked it down over her body until it was at her feet and she was naked as she stepped out of it, having taken her panties down with it in her haste.
"My God, Alice, I never dreamed you were so very beautiful. You have the most exciting body I've ever seen."
"Thank you, Herb. Are you sure it isn't too big?"
"Oh God, how sure I am. Please, turn and let me see your back." She did so and heard him groan with lust. "Hurry, Alice dear, get into bed and let me get my hands on that beautiful big bum. Those cheeks are the most beautiful sight I've ever seen. My wife was so skinny and soft."
She hurried to the bed and then she was in his arms and they were kissing with fierce passion as their naked bodies rubbed together, his stiff penis throbbing between her warm thighs where the heat of her crotch threatened to melt it and make the strength leak from it.
"Forgive me, darling, but it's been so long," he panted. "I have to get it into you right away or I'll go off between your thighs. I won't be able to make it last long," he panted as she lay on her back and opened her legs for him.
He was sweating and panting as he caught his organ and began pushing it into the soft warmth of her vagina. He had about half the length of it inside her when, with a groan of despair and a series of grunts, he was firing his semen into her. He pushed the rest of it in and lay sobbing on her warm, naked body, apologizing for having gone off so soon.
She comforted him with words and touches and told him that perhaps he would be strong again later.
"I've got to do something about my condition," she told him as he rolled off her and she reached into her crotch.
"Are you going to finger yourself? Please let me watch. I've never seen a woman doing that."
With a smile, Alice threw the covers off and then she was fingering herself and fondling a big breast with her other hand. Her climax was a strong one which caused her to writhe and jerk as he stared intently and felt his strength returning fast.
Later, he went to get drinks for them, then he kissed and fondled her lush body until his strength did return and the next time they met in intercourse, he lasted long enough to give her another strong orgasm.
She spent the night in his bed and he woke her early in the morning for more playing and intercourse. Later, when Herb suggested she should share his bed on a full time basis, she demurred, a little shyly, telling him he would think she were a loose woman if she consented so readily to being a full time sex partner.
And then it was time to turn her attention to Grent. He was a shy, weak looking little boy, but she determined to put an end to that. During the first few days on the job, she showed him that she could be alternately gentle and kind or stern and demanding.
He protested when she forced him into a program of exercise, so she took him to her bedroom and showed him a wooden backed brush and an English punishment cane, a flexible little rod. Having him lie face down on her bed, she gave him a hard spank on one buttock with the back of the brush, then brought shrill cries from him as she gave him one stinging stroke of the cane.
"I may never have to use either of these on you again, dear," she told him, later. "I just want you to know what to expect if you ever refuse an order or displease me in any way. On the other hand, if you're a good and an obedient boy, you will find that I'll reward you in such exciting ways."
They went out to a screened off patio around the swimming pool, both wearing bathing suits, and Alice began to put the boy through his physical paces. It was hard on him in the beginning, but she saw that he was trying. She saw too that he kept stealing glances of her thighs, buttocks and breasts, and recalled what that had led to in his father's case.
Herb couldn't believe what he saw happening to his son in just a few days with Alice. The boy stood more erectly, there was a new light in his eyes and a spring in his step.
"There's still more than a month before I go back to school, Dad," he told his father one evening. "I'm going to surprise a lot of the boys when they see the new me."
"You're making me very proud of you, son," Herb told the boy, putting an arm around his shoulders.
"Dad, if I make some of the school teams, will you come to see me in action?"
"You're damn right I will, son. I think your best bet would be track and field. I'll be there to watch you and I'll be the proudest father in the place. Life is going to be so great for the two of us from now on, son, and we owe it all to Alice."
Alice too was delighted at the change she had wrought in the boy and decided it was time to reward him. Alice woke one morning and knew that it was the day to deflower the virginal boy and advance him another step on the road to manhood.
Herb had been away on business for three days and she was hungering for sex. If the boy learned as quickly in that department as he did in others, he vowed, she would quickly train him to be a much better lover than his father.
They spent much of the morning working out and swimming, then she sent him to have a rest before lunch. While he rested, she bathed carefully and selected her sexiest lingerie.
While they ate a light lunch, the boy's eyes constantly going to the rather daring cleavage of her dress, Brent asked what they were going to do that afternoon.
"I have a very special surprise for you, dear," Alice told him. "You have a big reward coming for having been so good. This afternoon, you're going to collect it."
She refused to tell him what it was, but told him, as she left the table, to report to her room in one hour.
It proved to be a long wait for the two of them, but Alice was able to read and then, five minutes before the appointed time, Brent knocked on her open door and she told him to come in and close the door. Following her instructions, he wore only his swimming trunks.
Alice had him sit on a chair and she sat on her bed facing him. She crossed her legs slowly, letting him see how her dark, sheer nylons caressed her thighs and showing him some bare skin above the tops of her nylons.
She began to question him on his sexual knowledge and found that it was practically nil. She had him admit that he masturbated, but beyond that, he knew very little.
Alice gave him a long lesson in sex, describing the basic differences between the male and female body, then she went on to describe various sexual acts, beginning with intercourse, then describing foreplay, including oral sex.
Her lecture was not at all clinical in nature, but it was graphic and while she talked, he squirmed hotly, his trunks not fitting him as comfortably as they had when he came to the room.
"Now then," she went on as she got off the bed and stood before him, "I want you to see what I mean about how a woman can make her thighs look even more exciting by wearing a garter belt and nylons. In England, we call it a suspender belt, but no matter."
As she talked, she caught the hem of her dress and raised it slowly to the tops of her nylons, then turned slowly to let him see the total picture. After that, she raised it higher, letting him see more of her firm, smooth thighs and showing him how the suspenders caressed her thighs and contrasted with the whiteness of it.
"Is your cock hard?" she asked, catching him off guard.
"Yes," he gasped, then blushed.
"Would you like to see more of me, darling?" she asked.
"Oh yes."
"Before I show you anymore, you have to show me that you appreciate what I'm showing already. Come kneel and pay tribute to my beautiful thighs, dear, use your hands and your lips and tongue as well. See how nice you can make me feel. The better I feel, the more generous I'm going to be."
Brent trembled as he dropped to his knees, then he was fondling her thighs, through and above her nylons. When he remembered the rest of her orders, he delighted in kissing and licking her silken skin, his tongue moving ever higher until it licked lightly on black nylon where it clung to her body and began to curve into her crotch.
"You did that beautifully, dear," she told him. "Now, if you like, I'll take my dress off and let you see a lot more of my beautiful body. Do you want me to take off my dress, dear? "
"Oh yes, please, Alice. I've never been so excited in my whole life."
"This is only the beginning, dear," she told him and opened her dress, then took it off quickly and heard his gasp as he saw her boldly jutting black bra and the firm, white upper slopes of her big breasts.
"I want you to do something to excite me, dear," she told him. "Take your trunks off and let me see your hard little dickie bird and your balls."
Brent blushed, but obeying Alice had become a habit and he was on his feet pushing his trunks down, letting her see how his penis leaped in erection as he pushed the trunks down to his feet and almost fell as he got out of the garment.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Alice had him stand between her knees as she played with his body while he looked down into her bra and kept on trembling.
"Your cock is nice and hard, dear," she told him. "It would slip into my hot cunt very easily. Of course, I couldn't permit such a thing until my cunt had been well sucked and licked to lubricate it. Do you think you could learn to suck my cunt well, dear?"
"I know I could, Alice. You're so exciting, I'd do anything you want me to do. Is it fun to suck a cunt?"
"It's more than fun, dear. It's at least as exciting as fucking. I'll tell you what, I'll take my bra off and let you practice by sucking my tits."
While he stared, Alice unhooked her bra with a deft touch, then swept it off with a flourish and Brent cried out at the sight of her breasts. It was something Alice had seen often before, a boy looking transfixed at the sight of her body, and she knew just what to do.
Taking him onto her bed, she fed her breasts into his mouth, first one, then the other, and instinct was strong as it showed him how to suck on them to delight and further arouse her.
"Well, Brent, how did you like sucking tits?" she asked as she took the second one out of his mouth and he continued to hold it with both hands.
He assured her he more than liked it, then Alice got off the bed, stood beside it with her back turned to him, then she was baring her massive behind as she pushed her panties down and allowed them to fall. As she stepped out of them, she turned to face him. His cry of excitement and joy was such that she felt it right in her crotch.
Getting onto the bed, she knelt up, her knees wide apart and told him that if he wanted to view her crotch, he should lie on his back with his face under her.
"It's really the best way to view a woman's cunt," she told him and he hurried into position, wriggling so that he had his head right under her. Still, he wasn't able to see what he wanted, since her hand was slowly rubbing there, then she took it away and he could see her vulva.
"Feel it, dear, feel my soft, warm cunt. That's what every man wants to see and feel and suck and then fuck. I'm offering it all to you if you want it."
His hand moved to her vulva in a tentative touch, then it was rubbing and exploring.
"Move your hand dear and lick your lips," Alice told him. "I'll lower my cunt right to your mouth so you can suck it and make it ready to be fucked."
She heard him moaning and whining faintly, then the sounds were muffled as she covered his mouth with her vulva and rubbed gently on it. She provided what direction the boy required, then he sucked and licked until she climaxed, her big breasts swaying madly as her body jerked through wave after wave of orgasm.
Brent couldn't believe it was really happening when, after a little while, she lay on her back, her knees bent up and wide apart, and held out her arms to him in invitation to lie on her body and have intercourse with her.
She was delighted to watch as, sweating and panting, he moved between her legs, then lay down on her naked body. As was her style, she didn't help him find her organ, but left him to fumble in her crotch until he did, then the hard little penis was buried in her and she felt him trembling in her crotch as she rubbed her hands over his back and buttocks, telling him to go on and ride her.
He rode hard and fast, and while he lasted longer than his father had when Alice had seduced him, he had been stroking for less than a minute when she felt him tense, then he was shooting it to her while she held him tightly and allowed him to drain himself in her warm vagina.
Alice had to walk a careful line after that as she shared her body between father and son, neither knowing about the role the other was playing. And then, little more than three months later, Alice delightedly accepted Herb's offer of marriage.
Although she still took her stepson to bed from time to time, she was always nervous about it, fearful that being caught with him could ruin everything for her.
Alice was still playing her dangerous game a little more than a year later when fate stepped in to remove the biggest element of danger. Her husband died, leaving her alone to do as she chose with the boy.
Under the terms of his will, his wealthy estate was divided equally among Alice, Brent and an older daughter whom Alice had never met until the funeral of her late husband.
The daughter made it clear that she resented Alice, and wondered why her younger brother so loved the woman. She wondered too about the change in him, but not enough to keep her around after she arranged with a lawyer to look after her interests.
Brent didn't want to go to college, didn't even want to finish school. All he wanted was to stay at home with his beloved Alice. Sine he was wealthy, she decided education of the academic type wasn't that important, so she allowed him a compromise whereby when he reached the legal school leaving age of sixteen, he could leave school and she would train him in a different area.
"What do you mean, Alice? What kind of training?" he asked.
"I'd like to train you to be my personal maid, my sex slave. You will bathe me, help me undress and dress, perform the most intimate personal tasks for me," she told him and watched him shudder with delight. "Are you sure you want to take on the job, dear?"
He assured her he wanted that more than anything and wanted to start learning immediately.
"Very well, dear. I need a pee and I don't feel like going to the bathroom. Go get a milk bottle, then take my panties down and hold it while I pee. That's the sort of service I'll expect you to perform as a matter of routine."
While she waited for him to return with the bottle, Alice sighed warmly as she thought of all the excitement the years ahead would bring her as she trained and used the shy, sensitive boy to serve her body in every possible way.
From time to time there would have to be a boy to seduce, she told herself, but she was sure she could find some interesting way to have Brent serve her even in that, dressed in dainty feminine things, perhaps.
And then he was hurrying into the room with the milk bottle, eager to begin training for his new career.