Chapter 3
It was exactly as Barbara had surmised, the hatred and repugnance of herself in the aftermath of her despicable and degenerate rape of young Milo Wilson ... for certainly she had raped him!
He had left in tears, frightened and ashamed, practically running out the door once she had let him dress, but not before she had reminded him of what happened to people caught with marijuana. God what a depraved and corrupt lecher she had become! She realized this as she sat in her negligee, almost gulping down the strong measure of scotch she had poured to help soothe her conscience.
How quickly the private and secret vow she had made herself after David's proposal, had disintegrated, crumbling completely before the monstrous lust ever pervading her insatiable loins. She'd been a fool to think she could ever change. Only with Carl, had he lived, might it have been different. With his understanding and love ... the dynamic and fulfilling beauty of his sexual performance, could she have made it ... but Carl was gone, and there had been no man sexually, since....
Oh God, what was to become of her? She swallowed heavily from the glass while thoughts of Stevie Hamilton abruptly charged into her mind, his young blond handsomeness immediately stimulating her, even in the wake of the animal-like debauchery she had subjected Milo to not an hour before. Realization of her uncontrollable, perverse hunger, though she had long been aware of it, suddenly shocked her into facing the tangible question: was it David or his son whom she wanted to possess? ... or both...? God forbid!
She couldn't marry that beautiful man and destroy him ... for as certain as there was day and night, she would ... and his lovable, handsome son, too...! No ... no! And tomorrow she would tell him so...!
Stevie Hamilton had locked himself in his room, his anger and bitterness at his father's announcement of marrying Mrs. Lindsey, enraging him to tears. He just could believe that his Dad would insult his Mother's memory that way ... but he had, and he'd already asked her to marry him!
He could see right off that his father didn't know anything about her, like what Orvie Gaylord, Bart Carter, and Rocky Chalone had told him. She'd actually sucked their cocks and things, they had said ... but he did now! He'd bet anything she did it all right, took their pricks right out of their pants and put them in her mouth, like some of the dirty pictures he'd seen!
Crap almighty! He damned sure didn't want someone like that for a step-mother, he thought scornfully as he undressed, just so his father could have someone pretty to fuck! He didn't want anybody for a step-mother ... not now or ever...!
The light tapping against his door startled him.
"Stevie...."
"Yes...?"
"Well aren't you going to unlock the door...?"
"I-I'm going to bed."
"Oh...? It's only a little past nine, Son ... I thought perhaps you would like to chat some more...?"
Stevie swallowed at the lump in his throat. "I'm tired," he lied. "I'm going to bed."
There was a moment of hesitation, then determinedly: "Very well, if that's the way you want it. Good night...!"
"G-Good night," Stevie choked, exercising all of his restraint to keep from sitting down and bawling.
Oh crap! There it was! She was already coming between him and his father, and they weren't even married yet! Venomously, he kicked off his shorts and climbed naked into his bed, switching the room immediately into darkness and wiping the tears from his eyes.
Damn her! Oh, damn her! He didn't know how, but someway he was going to stop her! She was never going to sleep in his Mom's bed! He would think of something ... even if he had to go to his Dad and tell him what the guys all said she did to them ... only, suppose they were lying...? And even if they weren't, his father probably wouldn't believe him anyway ... not about a thing like that ... sucking their cocks ... and letting them feel of her naked cunt while she did it...!
Man ... just thinking about that was making his own prick stiffen right out, and he reached down beneath the covers to take it in his hand, feeling it harden and jerk to his grasping fingers. A ripple of hot excitement raced from his groin into his belly at the envisioned picture of feeling up between the school nurse's shapely legs and touching her cunt. He had never touched a girl there, never even seen one except in dirty pictures, but he could imagine how it would feel with its soft pussy hair and everything...!
Subconsciously, as he thought of Mrs. Lindsey's terrific legs in her mini uniform, and putting his hand up in under it to feel of her soft cunt, he began to stroke his hardened cock rhythmically, picking up speed to the mounting lewdness of his conjured mental pictures, until he fancied her all naked before him and sucking it hungrily!
Then, with a frantic gesture, he leaned out of bed and sought one of his socks from the floor in the darkness and quickly jerked it down over his throbbing cock like a hood, sensing the mounting pressure rising up from his balls with a tremendous force, and he grunted aloud as he pumped his hot spurts of semen into the woolen sheath, pretending it was Mrs. Lindsey's pretty mouth...!
After, like always, he was disgusted with himself, wondering shamefully if his Mom had been watching him from up "there." Dammit, if it hadn't been for that woman, Mom, I never would've done it! You know that! She's to blame! But don't you worry, I'll think of some way to stop her! I promise! She isn't ever going to sleep in your bed...! Not ever, ever...!