Chapter 4

On the following Wednesday, Jack called and said he had to work late. On Thursday, the shit hit the fan. We had just finished supper and I needed a couple of things from the store, so I told Jack I would take his car since it was in the drive blocking mine. He always drives with the seat all the way back, and when I reached down for the little knob to release the seat, my hand touched something silky. I lifted a pair of panties-women's panties.

I sat dumbfounded, staring at the frilly little garment. Unconsciously, I brought them to my nose and sniffed. The breath caught in my throat; they were well used.

"The dirty sonofabitch. How could he? I give him all he can handle at home and he steps out on me. He said he had to work late. How could he?" I cried aloud.

I started the car and shoved it in gear, peeling rubber all the way to the street. Tears filled my eyes until I could hardly see. My husband was cheating on me. Didn't marriage mean anything?

I didn't go to the store-I went to a bar. I had to think. I thought about picking up a man to get even. After two stiff drinks I began to settle down, and it even excited me a little to think of Jack fucking another woman. I remembered, too, that I didn't have any right to be angry since I had cheated on him more times than I could count on both hands. I was still angry, though, because it somehow seemed different when I did it.

I had another drink and went back to the car. I could feel the booze and picked the panties up from the seat and put them to my nose. They had a strong cunt smell. I took another deep breath; it excited me. I wasn't angry anymore; I was boozed up and getting sexed up, so I started the car and headed for home.

When I walked into the house, Jack looked up from the paper and said, "You were sure gone long enough to get a couple of things."

"So what?" I said. "Besides, I didn't get them. Come in the bedroom; I want to talk to you."

He followed me into the bedroom. I kicked the door shut behind us.

"What the hell's the matter with you?" he said.

"This," I snarled, and hurled the panties into his face.

The color drained from his face. "I ... I ... I," he stammered.

"You lying sonofabitch, you didn't work last night. Did you?"

"No," he said.

"You were with a woman, weren't you?"

"Yes," he said.

"You lying, cheating bastard."

"You let Frank Smith fuck you," he said.

"That was different. You were right here when it happened. In fact, you planned it."

Jack gave me a sick look and sat down on the bed. "It wasn't planned, honey-it just happened. I stopped for a drink after work and ... hell, I don't know why."

"You got a hard-on, that's why," I said.

"Yeah, that's why," he said.

"What's the matter, don't I give you enough hard-ons?"

"Well, you probably won't understand this, but it was exciting because it was someone different."

God, obviously the man had no idea what is going on around him-no idea how well I understand. "Maybe I understand," I said.

"It has nothing to do with us, honey. You turn me on more than anyone-more than she did-but hell, I was there, she was there, she was available, and it just happened."

I sat on the floor in front of him and put my hands on his thighs. "Have you ever cheated on me before?"

"No, never-and I don't know why I did this time. I'm sorry."

"Don't be," I said, and opened his fly. "Huh?" he said.

"Don't be sorry. Tell me about it." I had his cock out. "You're soft."

"Hell yes. I was scared you would leave me or something."

"I won't leave you ... ever. Now tell me about it." I started slowly stroking his cock.

He grinned down at me. "You're positively amazing," he said, his cock growing stiff. "You really want me to tell you about it?"

I nodded and bent down and kissed his prick. "Tell me every little detail."

"Well, as I was leaving the plant I met this gal that works upstairs in the office. We'd talked a couple of times before, but I didn't even remember her name. She remembered mine, though, and asked me for a ride home. Said her husband usually picks her up but was out of town. I told her sure, no sweat, and when she said where she lives I told her it was right on the way. I really had no intention of anything other than giving her a lift, but when we got in the car she really came on strong-suggested we stop for a drink. Hell, honey, she's only twenty-three, not great looking, but built-real leggy-and she was wearing a short skirt, and ... hell, the flesh is weak."

"Not all of it," I said, holding his rock-hard prick in my fist. "Go on, tell me more." I started masturbating him again.

"We stopped at a bar, had a couple of drinks-she was all over me by this time. I told her I had to get home and she said to call and say I had to work late. Well, we were necking and feeling each other by this time and I just couldn't resist. I knew she was ready to fuck."

"Was she?" I said, and bent over and took his prick in my mouth.

"Yeah, she sure was." He put his hand on my head and pushed his prick on into my mouth. "Suck it good, honey. Anyway, we had a few more snorts and went out to the car. I took her pants off so I could feel her up good and stuffed them under the seat and forgot all about them. We went to her place and stripped and fucked. Jesus, honey-she was one goooood fuck!"

I should have been jealous when he said that, but I wasn't-I was turned On. I liked the idea of his fucking another woman. I wished I had been there to watch. I let his cock fall from my mouth.

"Now you can fuck me," I said, and got up and started taking off my clothes.

Jack sat open-mouthed and watched me strip. "You mean you're not mad? Really?" he said.

"Hell yes, I'm mad-but I'm turned on, too. After I got over the shock, it excited me. Don't just sit there-push your goddamn pants down; I'm gonna ride that cock of yours."

He grinned and shoved his pants down his legs.

"That's good enough-now lie back," I said. I was naked now and ready for action.

He lay back and I crawled up over him. Reaching down, I found his cock and quickly pushed it in. The cockhead spread me open and I pushed against it, slowly sliding my cunt around the meaty cockshaft.

"Ahhhhh, shit, that's good," I moaned, getting as much inside me as I could. "You'd better not neglect me for some office slut, Jack."

"God, honey, I won't-not ever. It was just one of those things-won't happen again," he said, lifting his ass each time I came down on him.

"I didn't say it couldn't happen again-just don't neglect me. I need cock, lots of it, and if you neglect me I just might go get some strange stuff myself. You're not telling me the truth, anyway. I'll bet you've already got the next time all lined up."

"Naw, honey, I haven't." He hesitated a moment, then added, "She wants a repeat, though."

"And you don't?"

"Well ... yeah, I'd like to fuck her again."

"What's her husband like?"

"I don't know. I've never even seen the guy."

"Maybe we could get together. You know, a foursome."

"Are you serious?" he screeched.

"Of course I'm serious," I said.

"Jesus, honey, you surprise me every time you open your mouth. That kind of talk makes me want to come."

"Don't come yet-it feels too good." I stopped moving, holding his cock deep inside me. "Just keep it hard in there. I like it hard." I started moving again, unable to control myself. "Oh, goddamn, Jack-I really like to fuck. It feels so good," I cried.

"Not so loud, honey, the kids...."

"To hell with the kids," I gasped, feeling my come close. I wished I hadn't locked the door, though-maybe John would be watching if I hadn't. It didn't bother me to think of fucking my young son anymore; actually, it excited me and I was coming. "Squirt inside me, Jack, I'm coming ... oh, God, am I ever coming!" I humped wildly, but Jack didn't come.

"Roll over," he said.

"You didn't come?" I said.

"No, I can hold out with you on top. Roll over and let me fuck."

We changed positions without coming apart, and as soon as he was on top he lunged in, burying himself to the hilt. I could actually feel his cock expand when he was ready to come.

"I'm gonna come, baby," he cried.

"Me too. I'm coming again, Jack. Oh, fuck, it's so good!"

We came together, humping and groaning, twisting and sweating.

It was heavenly. I really like it when he comes with me. He finally went limp, his cock still all the way in. I tightened my thighs to keep him there, but he finally went completely soft and slipped out. He rolled off and reached for the cigarettes.

"Want one?" he said.

"Yeah," I said.

He lit two and put one to my lips. I lay on my back, dragging deeply. "That was good," I said. "It sure was," he said.

I sat up. "I think I'll go and make us a drink. Do you want a drink?"

"Sounds okay to me, but you better put on a robe first."

"Why? Isn't it time the kids got an education? The girls have the same equipment I have, anyway."

"Yeah, I guess they do, but John might be shocked to see his mommy in the buff."

"I'll worry about John. You worry about the girls." I got up and slipped on the robe-a silky, clinging thing. "Your girls are growing up," I said.

"Yes, I've noticed," he said.

I noticed something, too-a leer in his eyes. "You have a couple of pretty sexy daughters."

"Yes, I've noticed," he said again.

"I'll go and get those drinks," I said.

I had the drinks mixed when John came into the room. He came over to me and hugged me.

"What you and Dad been doing in the bedroom?" he said.

"Can't you guess?"

"Were you doing it?"

I leaned to him and whispered, "Yes, honey, your daddy was fucking me."

He put his hand on my hip, sliding it back and forth over the silky material. "You locked the door," he said.

"Were you trying to peek on us?" I asked.

"Yes," he said.

"I should have left it unlocked. Next time I will."

He grinned at me-leered, actually-and started to slide his hand inside my robe. "Where are the girls?" I said.

"In Joyce's room. They said they were going to study, but there was an awful lot of giggling."

I let him continue. He felt my belly and then his fingers glided into my thick pussy hair.

"You're naked under your robe, Mother," he said.

"Yes, I am," I whispered, the fire rekindling in my loins.

His fingers were between my legs, sliding back and forth in my cunt. I moaned softly and let him play, my hand stealing to the front of his trousers. "Ooooh, you're nice and hard, honey," I said.

"So hard it hurts," he said. "I want to fuck you, Mother."

"We can't darling-your father is in the bedroom waiting for me."

"I wish he'd go out somewhere."

I bent down and kissed my baby on the mouth. "I wish he would too," I said.

John pushed two fingers into my cunt, brushed my gown open and found a nipple with his lips. It was madness, I know, yet I opened his fly and slipped my fingers inside. It thrilled me to feel his cock, so hard and throbbing, inside his pants. I stroked his prick between my first two fingers.

Finally, I pulled away, gasping. "This is madness, John-utter madness. We can't do anything now-your father is waiting and he might come out to see why I'm taking so long."

"Your fingers felt so good on my prick, Mother, and now it hurts. Play with it some more; you told me that it wasn't good for me to get hard and not get relief."

"I lied, honey-it won't hurt you. Sometimes it's good to put it off; makes it sweeter when you do it."

I said it to hold him off, and still I took his cock from his pants and jerked him off slowly. He moaned softly, leaning against my hand.

"Does that feel good?" I said.

"Yes, yes-I'm so hot I'll come quick," he gasped.

"Tell me just before you come," I said.

I stroked steadily, letting my fingers slide along the full length of his cock, making sure my touch was gentle when it moved over his cockhead. He started grunting and hunching with his hips.

"I'm going to come, Mother," he cried.

I got close to him and directed the tip of his cock against my cunt, my fingers pulling steadily.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," he gasped.

I felt his cum squirt against my thigh and squeezed his cock hard, my fingers slowly milking him against my cunt. With my legs bowed, I pressed his cockhead into my pussy. He moaned each time I squeezed out a spurt of cum. When he was done, I carefully wiped his cock in my pussy hair.

"Did you like that, John?" I said.

"Oh, yes, Mother, it felt so good," he answered.

I looked down and saw his thick, white jizz in my pussy hair. "You come more than you did at first," I said.

"Yes, a lot more," he said.

I was still holding his soft prick when Jack's voice bellowed from the bedroom. Both John and I jumped. My heart was pounding, as was John's, I'm sure.

I pushed his cock into his pants with my fingers and whispered, "We must never take a chance like this again, John. Only when we are completely alone can we do the things to each other that we want."

John nodded solemnly, little man that he is. I lovingly patted his cheek, pulled my robe tightly closed, picked up the drinks and returned to the bedroom. I pushed the door closed, but didn't lock it, even though I was sure that my little lover was no longer in the mood for peeking.

"What in the hell took you so long?" Jack snorted.

"I was talking to John," I said.

"In that get-up? Jesus, it's worse than being naked. You can see every dip and curve you've got, and your nipples are sticking out like marbles."

"Maybe John enjoys admiring his mommy's body."

"Shit, Janet, the kid is only a kid."

"Didn't you look at girls and get a hard-on when you were his age?"

"Hell, that's so long ago I can't remember, but I'm sure I didn't look at my own mother and get one."

"She didn't look like me."

Jack grinned. "She sure as hell didn't, and she didn't show herself like you do, either. If I didn't know better, I'd think you wanted to get your own son in the sack."

I put my drink down, fell' onto the bed on my belly and nuzzled my face in Jack's hairy crotch. "I'll bet your mother couldn't fuck like I can, either," I said, and drew his prick into my mouth.

"I couldn't say," he said. "John wouldn't know what to do if you put the make on him."

I closed my eyes and smiled, sucking steadily on Jack's cock, and imagined John's cock-hard as a nail-spurting its cum into my pussy.

I held Jack's cock in my hand and looked up. "Can you get hard again?"

"I don't know. I might if you keep sucking."

"Okay, I will. I want you to fuck me again." I closed my eyes and started sucking, imagining it was my son's cock in my mouth.