Chapter 7
Stevie Hamilton sat in his bedroom shamefully chagrined in the aftermath of his own cowardice. He had ran from her office like a scared rabbit, and even if Milo hadn't been there, it would have been just the same. He was a goddamned baby! Piss yellow, that's what he was ... without even the guts to stand up and protect his own Mom's memory!
In his frustration, he bolted from the bed and walked aimlessly around his room, pounding his fist against the palm of his other hand with loud smacking sounds. Crap, if only he had the courage! He felt certain it would work. There was no way his Dad could avoid the truth once he told him, and the guys would back him ... if he weren't such a lousy chicken! And she was probably home right at that moment, too ... alone...! She didn't go to the faculty meeting. Man, if he had a joint he'd smoke it! He never had before, but he would right then! The guys all said it gave you guts...!
Damn, he had to do something! He just couldn't sit by and watch it happen! He'd never forgive himself! Maybe ... maybe, if he drank a little bit of his father's whiskey first...?
Barbara could think of nothing else but her forthcoming marriage, as she relaxed in her usual attire of bra, panties and peignoir, busying herself by rinsing out a few under-things while she sipped a martini and thought of her new life ahead. It was going to be heavenly, living under the same roof with David ... and his handsome son ... He was such a beautiful boy, too, but she must keep him in his proper perspective ... must never think of him in any other way than she might her own child, and after the episode with Milo that day, she felt confident that she could.
Oh, there would undoubtedly be little forbidden thoughts of desire when she looked at him, just as there were at that very moment in the mere thinking of him, but one could not expect to shed a perversion of twenty years over night. The wonderful part was in knowing that she was going to be able to at all, which, along with her dreamy thoughts of David and their future together, was what she was privately celebrating.
She had already consumed several of the potent cocktails when she poured from the mixing pitcher a fourth time, then relaxed on the couch with a cigarette, satisfied that she was doing no wrong. Of course, the little liquid gems had always played the deuce with her libido, and were doing little short of that right at the moment, but that didn't worry her, and the stimulation they caused was always an exciting, pleasurable experience that she could release in private if it got to that point ... though she was sorry that she had told David she was going to be busy....
Barbara thought about that for a moment. He would be at the school in Mr. Stern's office ... no reason why she couldn't call and invite him over, was there? A tiny ripple of enthusiastic warmth surged through her loins and belly at the idea. After all, he was her darling lover now....
The doorbell gave her a start. She glanced down at her state of near-undress, stubbing out the cigarette at the same time, and wondering who it might be. She certainly hadn't been expecting anyone ... unless it could be David....
Without opening it, but leaning close to the panel, she said: "Who is it...? "
"Me ... Mrs. Lindsey ... Stevie Hamilton ... , " Barbara heard his timid answer, the sound of his voice sparking an immediate agitation within her. In an instant, a myriad of fleeting thoughts raced through her mind, most prominent of which concerned his actions in her office earlier that day, followed by Milo Wilson's remarks. She hesitated, not knowing what to say or do; then, she heard: "It's ... it's nothing ... if you're busy ... It's not important, Mrs. Lindsey...!"
Quickly, Barbara drew the bolt, pulling the door open. "Wait, Stevie, don't run off again!" she said, leaning out to call after him before he reached the stair-well. "Come back, Dear...."
He did, but not without faltering for a long moment, and when he reached the door she was smiling and holding it open wide for him.
"It ... it's that hip-muscle that ... that I pulled today." Stevie managed, his eyes widening at the way she was dressed ... or almost undressed, he realized, when she stood with the light behind her! Crap, she was only wearing little panties and bra ... and he could see right through her negligee ... see all of her beautiful legs and the little swollen place between her thighs ... and ... and the way her tits stuck right out with the deep crease between them...!
"You mean, it's bothering you, Stevie?" Barbara questioned, concern for his welfare causing her to forget her appearance momentarily, her professional training immediately taking over.
"Yeah ... that is ... it was, and Dad's at a faculty meeting ... but I think it'll be ... be all right," the boy stammered, an awkward trepidation seeming to come over him. "I'll just go along home...."
"You'll do no such thing, Stevie!" Barbara said, gently but firmly taking his arm, bewildered a second time that day by his strange actions. "You did right by coming to me, but you should have let me look at it this morning at school, Dear. A pulled muscle can be very painful if you neglect it...."
"I-I didn't want to ... to bother you, Mrs. Lindsey," Stevie choked, struggling to keep his young, aroused eyes upward and centered on her beautiful face that was smiling warmly at him ... knowing that his cock had just jerked in his pants and fearing she'd noticed it.
"Bother me...? Darling, don't be silly," Barbara scolded tenderly, as she held to his arm, wondering if David had broken the news to him yet. She wouldn't say anything; it was his father's place to tell him ... and then, a tingling sensation flushed through her as she thought she saw the front of his trousers stir meaningfully!
Milo Wilson's words: "I think he had plans...." played through her brains like a stuck needle on a record! Oh God no! She had to keep control of the situation right from the beginning ... mustn't let it get away from her! If only she hadn't drank so many of those damned martinis...!
"Look ... I'll be okay, Mrs. Lindsey ... it'll be fine by tomorrow," Stevie said, trying to ease out of her grasp and keep his eyes focused on her face while he backed to the door. Man, he couldn't go through with it ... chicken or not! He should never have come...!
"No!" Barbara said emphatically, holding tighter to his arm, the fact that he was trying to leave contrary to all of her imaginings. He was just a beautiful, bashful boy was all, and for a moment she had let her martini-infused, licentious brain fall into its lust-stamped pattern! Besides, what better proof could she possible offer herself that she'd beaten it, than this handsome young Adonis ... the son of the man she intended to marry...?"I want to see that injury before you leave here, Stevie, and no more nonsense...!"
"But ... but I tell you, it's all right ... honest!" he tried, swallowing tightly. Crap, if only he hadn't gotten into his father's scotch bottle...!
"You go into my bedroom and slip off your trousers Stevie," she was saying, pressing him toward the hallway. "Probably all that it needs is a little heat, but we want to be sure. Your Dad would be angry with me if he knew that I didn't look at it ... now please, Stevie...?"
Crap! What could he say? That's what he'd come for in the first place, wasn't it? Finky yellow-belly! Anyway, just because he took his pants off didn't mean that something was going to happen ... but his cock was hard as a ball bat, and he'd bet that she'd noticed it! Oh man, he felt as if he were going to be sick; he was that tight inside!
He stood staring at her, trying not to look down at her beautiful breasts that were protruding like two melons in the tiny bra so visible to him through the gossamer material of her peignoir. What the devil, he'd seen girls in bikinis that showed off as much or more ... but that was different, wasn't it...? Oh man ... man...!
"Go on," she insisted, her smile almost motherly, while her dark-eyes sparkled in a manner he had never seen. "And don't be shy. Remember, I'm a nurse, Stevie...."
While she led him along the hallway to her frilly bedroom where the aromatic enticements filled his nostrils, he wondered if she'd ever said that to Milo, or Rocky! Then, she gently pushed him inside and before closing the door, said: "Just slip off your pants, Dear, lie down on the bed, and I'll be right back...."
Barbara pulled the door snug before he could say anything. She sensed her breathing coming in deeper and quicker grasps. It wasn't going at all the way she wanted it to. The fact that his young cock was obviously at erection was driving her mad inside. Her sensuous loins had needed little to stimulate them before his arrival, but since, the fermentations had increased dangerously!
God, she couldn't let it happen ... just couldn't! She returned to the living room, picked up her drink and drained it; then, finished the rest from the pitcher. She sighed brokenly as she drained the last of the gin and vermouth. Perhaps, that would give her the necessary strength ... and Lord knows, she was going to need it...!
This is the test, David, my darling! This is it! If I can do it now ... this time, we have a grand battle, by St. George! I love you ... but I ... I love him, too...!
Stevie removed his pants and shoes, then lay down on the bed, finally rolling over and positioning himself near the edge, lying on his face in his jockey shorts, his cock reminding him of an axe-handle. It wouldn't go down! He'd tried to forget it, think of the whole situation as if he were in a doctor's office ... but he couldn't forget the way she had looked in her panties and bra beneath that filmy thing.
Man, she was beautiful! He could hardly believe what the guys had said. She was just too pretty ... with those legs and tits! They had to be lying! But why? And why didn't she come? Crap, all he'd had was a little twinge in his upper-thighs, but at the time it'd looked like a perfect subterfuge ... only now, he wasn't so sure. And he wasn't so sure that he wouldn't like to have her around the house, either. She was so crazy pretty...!
He felt his belly knot up as the door opened wider and he turned his face to the side she would have to come to. She did, and he was looking right through her negligee at her panties, his eyes feasting on the swollen mound between her thighs! A wild sensation lurched through him and he felt his cock jump beneath...!
"Well ... now let's see just what's wrong here," Barbara said, easing onto the bed beside him, her throat arid as she gaped down at the stretched out boy awaiting her, the sight of his tanned and hairless muscular thighs and calves sending unwanted shocks of excitement through her. Her eyes feasted on his narrow-hipped, cotton-covered buttocks and the leanness of his waist, her slender hand reaching out to touch the flesh of his leg, a lecherous shock racing through her at the very contact. "Which ... where ... which hip-muscle, Stevie...?"
His hand moved back and downward, showing her the one furthest from her, his left, and automatically caressing the sore spot that his shorts covered. "Right there! Man ... It hurts when you press it...."
Barbara smoothed her hand over his buttocks, feeling all of his naked conformity beneath the cotton of his tiny briefs, the communication of flesh even with the separation instigating familiar sensations of lechery in her belly and loins.
It was an unusual conglomeration of thoughts that filled Barbara's mind. She knew he wasn't hurt; she could tell by her skilled fingers. He had a problem, but nothing worth talking about ... No! He was using it ... and Milo might well have been right! His reason could be his young lust ... so natural ... or something deeper ... like his mother! David! Oh God, David, I need you right at this minute! He's beautiful ... a perfect splendor in himself ... and I'm lost...!
She let her hand slip up beneath his shorts to caress his injured buttocks, her thumb trailing down the crevice between, her mind filling with lustful, uncontrollable thoughts as she stroked his smooth tensed spheres with mounting fervor. My God! His youthful flesh was as smooth as a baby's ... like new, un-soiled satin! Oh God ... God...!
Stevie was ready to cry out when he felt her soft, warm hand ease gently beneath the leg-band of his shorts, tenderly examining the sore place on his buttocks ... then suddenly begin to caress them both in a slow circular motion, her thumb actually trailing right along the crack between and always moving downward ... downward...! Oh crap! Her fingertips were touching his balls!
It was as if he had been shocked in the groin with a jolt of electric current, the charge racing through his tensed, trembling body, and he couldn't hold back the little grunt of stimulation it caused him. He lay motionless, as a corpse might, the sound of her warm increased breathing reaching his ears, while her fingers crept over his balls like tiny spiders ... until she was cupping them hotly in the palm of her hand with two fingers spread apart to scissor the base of his swollen cock squashed between his pelvis and the bed!
The moment she had touched him, Barbara knew she was lost! Every nerve in her sensuous body reacted in a tumult of ungovernable lecherous desire! Her reasoning, her vows, even her love for David were feeble barriers before the monstrous lust that swept them aside as if they had never been, overwhelming her voluptuous body and mind with its vampire-like salacity. She could think of nothing but the feel of him beneath her hot hand ... and she was searching downward beneath his buttocks in uncontrollable passion ... and between his hard thighs to his balls ... until she held their velvety sac cupped possessively, and her fingers measured the width of his hardened young cock at its base!
"Unngghh...!" Stevie choked, his brain racing wildly and making no sense at all, as she tenderly fondled his balls and continued to stroke an inch or so of his cock between her fingers. "Wh-what're you ... you trying to do?" he groaned stupidly.
"It-It's all right, Stevie darling ... , " Barbara hissed, smoothing her other hand beneath his shirt and upward along the hollow of his muscular young back. "Don't be afraid ... This is what you came for, isn't it? There's nothing wrong with your hip-muscle Baby ... You ... you were using that for an excuse ... You wanted nurse Barbara to feel your cock ... to suck it for you with her mouth! Isn't that the truth, Stevie?"
A panicky sensation of fear spiraled through him at her immediate unmasking of his ruse, but it was the sound of the four-letter word cock coming from her beautiful lips that shot his teenaged carnality into high-gear. Confused between his shamed fear at being exposed, and the young, feverish lust mounting rapidly in his loins. Stevie couldn't answer her; in fact, he had all he could do to keep from crying.
Then, he felt her hand moving away from his balls and a disappointed emptiness filled him. He turned his head to see her getting up from the bed, her lovely mouth twisted in a lewd smile, her eyes gleaming licentiously, and as he watched, she began to remove the few clothes she had on.
"All right, my little darling ... if this is what you wanted ... your Barbara isn't going to disappoint you," she half-whispered, letting her negligee fall to the floor, watching his handsome blue-eyes widen in obvious fearful excitement when she reached up behind her and unfastened her bra, allowing it to slide tauntingly down her arms until her copious, hard-nippled breasts were entirely revealed to him. "Do you like them, Baby?" she teased, the wave of perverted lechery sweeping over her seeming to know no bounds as it fled on the expression of growing desire in his frightened face, and with a lascivious motion she smoothed her hands up her waist to cup and lift them in presentation to him. "Will you suck them for Barbara, Stevie?"
If he was frightened before, Stevie was absolutely petrified at the moment! He couldn't believe what she was saying and doing, nor the crazy wanton look on her face and in her eyes! She had changed into another person entirely ... like a witch or something ... only she didn't resemble any witch he'd ever imagined! He had never even seen pictures of girls with tits like hers, and she was holding them right out to him ... asking him to suck them...! God, his cock was so hard he didn't think he could stand it...!
"What's the matter, Stevie darling? Does nurse Barbara scare you? Maybe you've changed your mind about having her suck your cock, is that it?" she tormented luridly, the sudden realization striking her that she was blaming him, holding him at fault for causing her depravity to once more seize control of her, and this time surely demolishing everything she had hoped for!
Yes, he was to blame, for unquestionably he had come there with nothing else in mind but to destroy her! Why? ... she could only surmise, but it was her abrupt awareness of his goal that had triggered the sadist in her; she didn't intend to barter her happiness cheaply! "Something's happened to my Baby's tongue?" she went on, her little smile pulled to one side of her perfect mouth, as she watched him ogle her naked breasts in apprehensive fascination, her mind working obscenely, while she caught at the waistband of her tiny panties and began to lewdly roll them down over her hips and buttocks with a squirming movement that caused her breasts to sway and dance lasciviously.
Crap! He'd made a mistake! He'd made the biggest mistake of his life in coming there ... but now it was too late! Man ... man ... she was naked ... and there was her cunt and all! He'd never seen such beautiful legs and full thighs ... and ... he could see the wet pink slit between, right through the silky black hair sprinkled over it! Oh damn ... she was moving toward him...!
"Has it, Stevie...? Something happened to your tongue?" she whispered, slowly kneeing onto the bed and rolling him over until he was prone on his back, his stiffened cock like a tent-pole punching at his shorts. "What's the matter, Darling, don't you like Barbara as well as you thought you would? "
"Oh ... oh crap ... I don't know ... honest...! I ... I...." he tried, his strained eyes fastened on her gently swaying breasts as she leaned over him, unbuttoning his shirt. His throat felt as if he had tried to swallow a baseball. He wanted to stop her, but he knew he couldn't!
Barbara had never before felt the vile passion of the sadistic urge, but as she slowly stripped him, it occurred to her that the perverse pleasure was definitely in tune with her lecherous tastes, and that perhaps one worked up to that in stages; for at that moment the insane knowledge and craving to punish him for what he had done and was doing to her was firing her beyond any depraved drive she had ever known! She hardly thought of him as Stevie, David's own son, or even reflected on his handsomeness per se; he was a young enemy caught in the web of his own making ... a teenaged monster set out to destroy her, and that he had, but not cheaply ... never cheaply! He was the epitome of all her seductions who had, in truth, made of her the blind, unaware victim, rather than the opposite! But tonight, this last night of the old and the beginning of the new, it was going to be revolutionary for Barbara ... and the wild strains of erotic sensations pervading her naked, sensual body, forecast the evil and demented enchantment to come!
"Sit up, Stevie!" she ordered, and he did while she pulled his shirt from him.
Then, she dropped her head down over him, her long black-hair trailing over his flesh as she kissed his chest, tonguing her way to each muscular breast and playing with the seed-like nipples until he groaned; then, moving down over him with distended tongue to lave his chest and belly, until she caught her fingers inside his shorts and drew them down while he raised up and she revealed to herself his throbbing arched cock, almost hugging his stomach in its youth, thicker than most and as long as she liked, its purplish head protruding from the sheath of its foreskin!
My God! It was beautiful! She continued to tug his shorts down, revealing his balls that she'd held, but incited more by his lack of pubic hair, what he had, as blond as that on his head and covering his pelvis sparsely!
"You're beautiful, Baby!" she exclaimed. Perhaps because his cock was bigger than most, like her cousin's, whatever, she threw his shorts to one side and bent down over it, her wild tongue seeking that seeped drop of delicious young male sperm bubbling from its tip!
Stevie jerked his head upright to watch, sensing her soft hand wrapped around his cock and gently stroking it from the moment she had grasped it! He had given up trying to believe what was happening ... only that it was! She had his prick in her hand and was extracting the foreskin so that the head stood out like a beacon, and her mouth was just above it, her tiny pink tongue extended! He watched, mesmerized, and saw that little tongue flick out to swipe away the drop from its tip! Crap! He'd been wrong! She was beautiful ... super! Who could ever even dream of his future stepmother licking at his cock! He had been terribly wrong ... but how could he prove it...?