Chapter 12
Susan finally decided to join her husband in the big double bed in their cabin. She had stayed in the bathroom as long as possible, trying to put off the moment when she would have to go to bed. She had stayed in there examining her face and figure, and also examining her conscience for signs of despair.
She had brushed her long red hair out, letting it fan over her shoulders the way her Jamie used to like it... but, she reminded herself grimly in the mirror... that was in the days when he used to look at you!
He was acting so strangely recently, and now the trip to his family for the reunion instead of helping as she had hoped, had only made things worse between them... much worse! Sometimes she could hardly recognize the man she married in the tense features and terse attitudes of the Livingston's elder child.
"He's making me feel like I'm dirt!" she thought. "Like I don't exist! I just can't take any more of it! She adjusted her nightgown so that more of the deep cleaveage of her golden tan breasts would show. They rose and fell as she breathed heavily, and the light dusting of freckles across the tops of the creamy orbs seemed to expand and contract with each breath. She wore a deep green nylon gown that brought out the sea-green color of her eyes, and once more she told herself she looked beautiful. But each day of telling herself this had gotten harder and harder, and she fully blamed her husband for what she had been forced to do.
"Yes," she thought once more, "it was tantamount to being forced into it. I've never even thought about anything shameful like that before... If I hadn't been so overwrought, I certainly wouldn't have done it. And all those drinks I've been having... that's his fault too! This has got to stop! Tonight has got to work!" She realized that her forbidden embraces with Tricia the day before had little to do with her real personality... somehow the drinks and the fact that Tricia was Jamie's sister had confused her... it was as though she was somehow getting closer to her husband by being intimate with his sister! But why she wondered, had Tricia responded? And then she remembered the confession that her sister-in-law had made to her... that her marriage to Ike wasn't working out at all. Tricia, too, had been upset... It was not herself alone!
Susan felt the tears starting again and tried to stop them before her mascara ran and she looked frightful. Everything had to be just perfect if she wanted Jamie to make love to her tonight! But the knowledge that she carried hidden inside her about Tricia and her father was so horrible that she wondered what they were all coming to! She was really sorry that Jamie had decided to stay another week at Livingston's because she could hardly look John Livingston in the face, much less Tricia! But she clung to the thought that if she could make things right again with her husband, then everything in the world might turn out right again!
They would go back home and there would be no more arguments in front of little Nancy... no more screaming and yelling at each other. They would do things together the way they used to... go to movies, or just stay home and watch the late show... and best of all she would once more know the wonderful feeling of being wanted... of being desired by her husband. Was that asking too much? She gave herself one last inspection, approved of what she saw, and flicked out the bathroom light. She entered the small cabin bedroom on tiptoe, almost holding her breath. Jamie lay in bed, so still that at first, Susan thought her husband was asleep. But she could see that his eyes were open and he was staring straight up at the ceiling. A breath of fear flitted through her. She didn't know why she was so afraid of him at times. There was something very cold about the way he looked and acted that at times reminded her of Nazi's in the movies. As a little girl she had shivered in delight at their pale Germanic features. Perhaps, she thought, that was what had first attracted her to Jamie... his straight blonde hair... his deep strong voice and definite ideas.
"God... how I still love him!" she thought, momentarily panic stricken to realize exactly how dependent she was upon him for her happiness.
"Jamie?" she said quietly, walking toward the bed.
"Yes?" Jamie replied without looking at her, his lips barely moving as he continued to stare up at the ceiling.
"What is it?" Susan sat on the bed beside him. The low monotone of his voice was far from comforting, and she faltered slightly.
"I... I just wanted to talk to you...
"What about?" Susan gathered up all her courage and plunged in. "About anything Jamie...
about anything at all!!! Do you realize that we hardly ever talk any more...
we hardly ever do anything! I thought it would be better once we came here...
but it's not... You've been acting so strange Jamie... SO STRANGE... I hardly know you. It's like living with a complete stranger!" "Oh, for God's sake!" Jamie said under his breath.
"JAMIE... I JUST WANT YOU TO LOOK AT ME... JUST LOOK AT ME!" Susan could hear the strident tone of her voice, and she wished desperately that she had been able to maintain her calm knowing that Jamie would not respond well to her yelling... But it was too late, and she could no longer control herself.
She was shaking as Jamie turned slowly, leveling his cool blue eyes on her.
"WELL..." he said deliberately... "I'm looking... what do you want?" Susan burst into tears and sat sobbing helplessly beside her husband. "Oh, please... Jamie..." she cried, "OH, PLEASE DON'T! DON'T DO THIS TO ME!"
In Cabin One Ike sat brooding in the adjacent cabin. He was still fuming over the words Carrie Livingston had said to him in the fever pitch of her excitement.
"Overgrown oaf!" she'd said, "opportunist! Why I ever let you marry Tricia in the first place I'll never know... THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"
"That bitch!" Ike said out loud. She didn't care who I was when I was fucking her silly! It was hardly his fault that she dug men... and apparently to such an extent that she didn't care whether they were members of her own family or not! She was the one who had practically thrown herself at him that night anyway... and he couldn't be blamed for taking her up on it. What man wouldn't. Even if she was his mother-in-law! He bet there weren't any men who had a mother-in-law who looked and acted like Carrie!
Even now through his anger, he had to admit, he still got a hard on just thinking about her... and some of the things she had said to him in bed... not to mention what she'd done! But setting all that aside, Ike was still determined to get his revenge for what she'd said. He'd gone long enough pretending he didn't care that the Livingston family looked down on him. He knew they all thought they were God's favorites... and he had never been totally accepted by any of them. Even his wife, Tricia, was always talking about her daddy this and daddy that! Always comparing him to John Livingston in an unfavorable light! He'd get even with her too for all that... and by the time he was finished, he'd have every one of the Livingstons eating out of his hand!
"Where is Tricia anyway?!" he suddenly wondered, looking at his watch. It was 8:00 P.M. and he couldn't imagine what she was doing alone all this time! With a sudden inspiration, he decided to set up his video tape machine. Whenever she got back, he intended to record her homecoming... and his greeting!
Back In Cabin Two Jamie lay completely still, listening to the pitiful sound of his wife's tears.
"God, how did I get myself into this?" he asked himself as she continued to sob next to him on the bed. He couldn't let her go on like that... no matter how he felt.
"Look... Susan... Listen, stop crying will you? It's just that I've been under some... unusual pressures recently. You know I still love you... you know that, do I have to say it all the time!" Susan flung herself onto him, collapsing in grateful tears that slid down her cheeks and ran down his neck under the collar of his pajamas. He squirmed uncomfortably beneath her weight, nevertheless feeling a pleasant warmth from the pressure of her breasts on his chest.
"If you only knew just what kind of pressures!" he said to himself... not thinking of his unsuccessful attempts to get ahead in the ad business... but of the tantalizing wiggling of his mother's buttocks in the shortly cut hot pants she had worn the day before... the same wonderful buttocks that he had hated and admired all his life... the same ones that he had slammed against with his cum-filled balls as his long cock surged into her tender open pussy!
Just the thought rekindled the sparks of desire that he had been struggling so hard to keep dormant. He felt his cock give a lunge beneath the covers, and simultaneously Jamie felt Susan's entire body respond to it. She mistakenly thought that his excitement was a response to her embrace.
"Ob, Darling... darling..." she breathed into his ear, wriggling on top of him. Her wavy red hair covered his face, and Jamie took a deep breath of her perfume. Unlike his mother's it was soft and light.
"OK," he said, simply rolling her to the side and pulling back the covers.
"Get undressed," he commanded.
Susan shivered and sat up. Even though her husband's tone was far from romantic, she was convinced that once they started to make love it would change. And the necessities of her body left her little room for quibbling.
She started to pull down the straps of her nightgown, slowly bringing into view the lovely mountains of flesh that her husband had once enjoyed so much.
Her tears had stopped, but her face was still glistening wet, and her eyes sparkled with a combination of hope and desire as she watched Jamie matter of factly remove his pajamas.
His lean hard body thrilled her the way it always had. He looked as young and lithe as he had when she had first married him over ten years ago.
He came closer as she wriggled free from the rest of her gown. Her trim hips and small waist seemed made for loving as she shyly twisted slightly away from his frank gaze. The flaming bright red of her pussy hair had once fascinated him, and Susan thought of this now as she felt Jamie's eyes staring at the thin triangle of the hair-covered mound between her thighs.
"Jamie!" she said as he leaned over her. Modestly she averted her eyes from the looming heavy penis that approached her face. But shivers of excitement were making her start to tremble as she realized the extent of her husband's arousal. She couldn't help thinking about how this enormous instrument would feel grinding around deep deep up inside her hungry vagina. She squeezed her thighs together a little as she thought of it, and felt a strong current of pleasure in the sensitive pit of her belly. She started to lie down, but Jamie stopped her, placing his hands on her naked shoulders.
"No..." Susan said suddenly. "No!" Jamie breathed in quickly, from the sudden excitement her refusal had caused in him. She knew what he wanted her to do. She had never liked it, he recalled... and that was just why be wanted her more than ever to do it... especially now... it would be more satisfying than anything and less work!
"Don't you want to suck it?" he said, moving his hands up to her head, where he held her in place so that his thick swollen cock was directly in front of her face. In fact it bobbed down and struck her nose, making her wince with embarrassment.
"I... I thought!" she stammered
"Yes... but later!" Jamie said. "Come on... open your mouth!" he said tensely.
Then seeing that she had no intention of doing so, he reached down and with his fingers, forced her mouth open, and tauntingly stroking the heavy uncircumcised foreskin of his prick back and forth over the engorged head, he pushed it between her lips.
"NNNNNmmngh!"
"OH COME ON!" he said impatiently, as Susan tried to clamp her month as closed as possible even though the head of his cock was pressing inside it. "Susan!" he threatened, "YOU SUCK MY COCK AND YOU SUCK IT GOOD! I'M IN NO MOOD FOR THIS SHIT!" Tearfully, Susan opened her mouth wider and before she knew it, the thick bulbous tip was sinking beyond her lips, sliding far back into her throat and plugging up her whole mouth until she thought she was going to choke on it.
Horrified, she realized that Jamie wasn't even thinking about her.
Jamie began an obscene rocking motion, his huge penis expanding thickly inside Susan's widely ovaled mouth. His loins tensed and jerked into her straining face until the full length of it sank all the way in. Almost all of it seemed to disappear with each hard thrust he made until only a little bit of it remained showing, lewd and purplish from between her lips.
Susan almost gagged on the enormous instrument, it seemed so unjust, so unfair that she should be subjected to treatment like this... WHAT HAD SHE REALLY DONE TO DESERVE IT? "SUCK... SUCK!" he repeated, shouting down at the top of her head. Obediently, not knowing what else to do under the circumstances, Susan began to suck a little harder on her husband's huge invading member. She realized with pain that he probably only wanted to do this because it meant be didn't have to have any real contact with her. She was just a means of satisfying his needs... a tool and nothing more!
Jamie tossed his head back as Susan's tongue executed a nerve tingling lick on the in stroke of his cock. The head of his prick throbbed and jerked inside the dark warm cavern of her mouth, and Jamie hissed with pleasure. He watched, fascinated as his wife's head bobbed up and down below him as she struggled with the massive cock in her mouth. Below, her breasts swung and danced in a lewd rhythm which he could see when he turned a certain way. It presented a lust-inciting picture to his mind as be imagined what it would look like were someone watching them.
"Suck harder bitch!" he cried out, cruelly clasping her head in his hands and pulling her face in to him so that his prick was forced back still further into her unwillingly sucking mouth.
He'd like to do this to his mother, he thought, suddenly... like to plug up that sarcastic, smiling mouth of hers once and for all... stuff his big cock into it... God, he'd shove it all the way down to her navel! He'd pump his sperm down into her belly over and over until she burst!
"Come on..." he grunted to Susan's head. "COME ON!" She was slaving away at his prick and he could see her body beginning to glisten from the tiny drops of perspiration forming all over her skin. He thought the pressure building in his balls would shatter them completely. GOD IT FELT GOOD! He knew he was going to cum soon... what a feeling... having Susan treat him to a blow job!
And a good one too, in spite of the fact that she didn't want to do it!
It was like torture knowing that any second he was going to shoot off a thick load of sperm far into the back of her mouth! Once more, his thoughts turned involuntarily to his mother. For a moment it was her mouth receiving the full blunt blows of his inflated cock. Her mouth and lips gasping, sucking and licking away at his plunging cock!
Suddenly his cock went wild with a crazy quick jerking motion that started a flood of white hot sperm streaming into his young wife's involuntarily working mouth. Rapidly she tried to swallow, gulping the liquid down as fast as she could to keep from choking.
Susan felt like she was going to be sick but she tried to put everything in motion inside her that would prevent this happening. Wave after wave of sperm filled her cheeks, and she couldn't believe that it was all coming from Jamie.
"Oh, God," she thought, whimpering like a wounded calf. "Will it never end??" "Don't stop now... keep it up... keep sucking!" Jamie commanded, tangling his fingers tightly in her long red hair, ramming his cock convulsively farther and farther down her beautifully smooth throat. Then with an earth shattering moan he felt the last drops of his spurting cum emptying into her open lips, and he slumped forward over her head with a low gurgle of relief.
Bit by bit, his satiated cock deflated in Susan's mouth. With a sigh, he slowly withdrew the still tingling member.
It dangled loosely and wetly in front of him as he moved away from his wife and fell exhausted on the bed.
Susan turned to look at him, her eyes still registering shock at what had just happened.
"Thanks, honey..." he said. "You sucked it good."